Originally, tonight was supposed to be the last day of the deadline, but Tan Shuya ultimately couldn't gather the five million to hand over to Nan Moyan and his men.
Inside the villa, Nan Moyan was sitting on the living room sofa, leaning back against it with a somewhat lazy posture, his gaze lightly falling to the side.
Brother Ping stood beside Nan Moyan, looking a bit displeased, and angrily spoke, "Is that Tan Shuya playing us? The agreed time was clearly tonight, but now the time is almost up, and she still hasn't brought the five million to us... The call can't get through, and I've heard she's not at the Shallow Bay villa... What exactly is that woman planning?"
Nan Moyan's face showed no expression, with one hand placed on the armrest, occasionally tapping it, producing a very soft 'dong' sound.
