Chapter 996
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There was silence in the car. After a while, Song Li couldn't hold back his curiosity and mustered up the courage to ask, "The Fifth Lord, how did you know there was a mole in our company?"
"I didn't know there was a mole in the company."
"Huh?" Song Li was dumbfounded. "Then why did you change the bid in advance?"
"In troubled times, it's better to be cautious." Actually, Huo Yanqing was worried about Tang Weizhong's spies in the company. Plus, He Jingxing had been going against him recently, so he had to be extra careful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the confidence to make a bet with He Jingxing.
He never did anything he wasn't confident in.
Song Li was speechless. The Fifth Lord was wise and mighty!
"Tomorrow, go to Zhong Zhou Corporation with the lawyers from the legal department to settle the handover of Tang Corporation."
"Okay."
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It was Tang Ching-ya's first time at He Jingxing's residence, so she was a little nervous when she rang the doorbell. It was Ding Han who opened the door. She didn't look too good. "Miss Tang, Mr. He has been waiting for you for a long time."
Tang Ching-ya was drinking at a bar when she received Ding Han's call. Today was the first time she had done something to hurt Huo Yanqing, but she didn't feel as bad as she thought she would. Instead, she felt a sense of relief.
If this was a path of no return, as long as she could get Huo Yanqing, she wouldn't hesitate to do it even if it meant she would be doomed eternally.
She stood outside for a while in the cold wind to sober herself up before coming over. Naturally, it took her some time.
"Sorry."
"Come in." Ding Han turned sideways to let Tang Ching-ya in.
As soon as Tang Ching-ya entered the room, the pungent smell of smoke filled her nose. She instinctively frowned. He Jingxing was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a cigarette between his slender fingers. Wisps of smoke rose from between his fingers.
His angular face was shrouded in smoke. It was obviously a very beautiful picture, but the air was filled with a strange cold aura, giving people a bone-chilling feeling of fear.
Tang Ching-ya walked up to the coffee table. "Mr. He, how did the bidding go?"
Tang Ching-ya asked Ding Han about the results of the bidding over the phone, but she didn't say anything.
He Jingxing's pitch-black gaze was like a sharp knife as it swept over Tang Ching-ya... "Are you toying with me?"
Tang Qingya was confused. "Why do you say that, Mr. He?"
He Jingxing suddenly stood up from the sofa and kicked over the glass coffee table in front of him. The glass coffee table fell to the ground with a bang. If Tang Qingya hadn't reacted quickly and stepped back, the glass coffee table would have definitely hit her feet.
Tang Ching-ya had been drinking, so she was sober now. She frowned and asked, "Mr. He, what's the meaning of this?"
He Jingxing took a few steps toward Tang Ching-ya and reached out to strangle her neck. His dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his voice was as cold as the King of Hell. "Do you know the consequences of toying with me?"
Tang Ching-ya's face was filled with fear. She reached out to pull the man's hand away, but the man's hand was like an iron clamp around her neck. No matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't budge an inch.
Her throat was strangled, and she felt like she was suffocating.
Tang Ching-ya struggled to speak. "I... didn't... toy... with you..."
He Jingxing's gloomy eyes stared at Tang Ching-ya for a few seconds. He only let go when her eyes started to roll back.
Tang Ching-ya sat on the floor, coughing and gasping for fresh air. Her lungs hurt badly because of the sudden rush of air.
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