Su Mo met Zhao Yiming's gaze and heavily said, "Mammon, and all members of the Fools' Association, I want them dead."
A sly light flashed in Zhao Yiming's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a dangerous arc. "Young man, trying to take down a company supervisor, you're quite bold."
After a brief stare-down, Zhao Yiming provided a surprising answer. "Alright, if that's what you want, so be it."
Su Mo nodded respectfully. "Then what is it you want in return?"
Zhao Yiming: "I want Qi Ling."
Su Mo's fingers twitched involuntarily.
This unconscious reaction was caught by Zhao Yiming, who smiled meaningfully. "It seems she indeed holds an irreplaceable position in your heart."
"Rest assured, with such good rapport between you young people, how could I bear to separate you?"
"I won't forcibly bind Qi Ling to the company. I have only one small request—8 hours of her time."
Su Mo frowned in confusion. "8 hours?"
