"Mm, I'm just out looking for food, hehe." Qu Tan'er wasn't shy, grabbing what she liked from the table, picking out a roasted chicken wing, "Tastes pretty good." She then picked up a cup of beer beside her, took a sip, and finished the chicken wing.
Mo Liancheng smiled again and handed over another.
Qu Tan'er took it, "Just say what you have to say."
"Ling wants us to choose... spoils of war." Mo Liancheng's gaze landed on a folder nearby, he smiled lightly, "I couldn't understand the English on it. I asked Ling which item belonged to that woman, and Ling said he didn't know either."
Qu Tan'er felt a bit confused for a moment, but quickly browsed through the document. There are eleven items that Chen Dadong won this time, each valued in units of millions of US dollars, truly wealthy people. Indeed, there's no name of the Wales woman on it. Giants are smart, they naturally wouldn't leave such names and evidence.
