"Very good, it's settled then."
Liu Zheng nodded and said.
"Hmm hmm. By the way..."
On the other end of the phone, Wang Manni suddenly fell silent, followed by the sound of footsteps.
"I've already checked the items, there should be no problem."
A moment later, she whispered.
"Hmm, not bad."
He praised.
Actually, even if there were a problem, it wouldn't matter. He has a bunch of escape tools and two lives now; a mere bomb couldn't kill him.
But Wang Manni's dedication was still commendable.
"It's what I should do. So, Mr. Deliveryman, see you tomorrow."
Wang Manni said happily.
"See you tomorrow."
Liu Zheng hung up the phone.
"That white-collar's stock is rising."
Niu Ma had somehow appeared behind him, speaking thoughtfully.
"Why, are you going to adjust her odds?"
Liu Zheng casually asked.
"None of your business, you're just a gambling tool; stop poking into the bookie's matters."
