The next day, Shen Rong was not at the Summer Resort. Chiang Qing sat dazed in the living room, thinking about last night's conversation with Shen Rong, and couldn't help but squeeze out a cold sweat for herself.
She was too reckless, nearly losing her composure and provoking Shen Rong to anger.
"Third Madam, Master Nephew is here," a servant said to Chiang Qing.
Chiang Qing frowned, and before she could speak, she saw Chiang Tian swagger in with a manila envelope, plopping himself down on the sofa.
"What are you doing here again? Ran out of money?" Chiang Qing's face looked unpleasant.
Chiang Tian glanced at her and said, "Of course I'm here to bring you the things you wanted!" With that, he tossed the manila envelope onto the coffee table.
The things she wanted? What?
Chiang Qing was taken aback.
Instinctively, she took the manila envelope, opened it, and poured its contents out. What appeared were a series of photographs.
