1784 What Must I Do for Miss Qiao to Return That Batch of Goods to Me?

Qiao Nian wasn't in a hurry to leave.

She was still replying to messages with her head lowered as she went on her way, seeming to be waiting for someone.

A black Buick slid to a stop in front of her when she reached the curb.

The car door opened, but the person sitting inside didn't get out. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Qiao Nian's face, and the air was filled with oppression.

"Miss Qiao, I'm He Congming. Shall we talk?"

The He family had an improper background and lived a life of bloodshed.

He Congming naturally had a murderous aura that was different from ordinary people.

This murderous aura was quite scary. At least, the younger people would avoid him fearfully every time they saw him. They didn't dare to provoke him at all.

However, He Congming realized that the girl in front of him was not intimidated in the least. She seemed to be mocking him casually.

She ignored him immediately.

It wasn't until she leisurely replied to a message that she looked at him.

Then, she slowly stuffed her phone into her pocket and raised the brim of her cap, revealing dark and cold eyes. There was a bottomless coldness in them, arrogant and surly.

He Congming was stunned.

This girl...

Qiao Nian pulled down the brim of her cap to cover her eyes and said very casually, "Master He, what do you want to talk to me about?"

He Congming recovered from his initial shock. He did not even realize that his aura had involuntarily decreased. "Ahem, then I'll just say it.

"Miss Qiao, what do I have to do to make you return that batch of goods to us?"

He didn't ask if it was Qiao Nian who had done it. Instead, he asked her directly what he had to do for her to spit out the goods. This made him look more confident.

After all, if he hadn't found anything, would he dare to ask for the goods so confidently?

He Congming had been in the underworld for decades. No one was more experienced than him in negotiation!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the girl sneered and asked him in a roguish manner, "You want that batch of goods?"

He Congming already felt like he had the situation under control.

However, with Qiao Nian's question, he felt that the situation had reversed again. Moreover, he felt like he was being suppressed.

He didn't know if it was an illusion.

He Congming did not like the feeling of being suppressed. Finally stopping pretending, his expression turned cold and he said bluntly, "That batch of goods is very important to me."

In other words, he had to get the goods back.

Qiao Nian smiled and hummed. Her eyes were cold and dry as she looked at him arrogantly. "...Kneel down in front of my grandfather's bed and apologize."

He Congming's expression suddenly changed. He almost couldn't control the anger in his heart. He warned in a low voice, "Qiao Nian! Don't forget that I still have Jiang Xianrou."

She was clearly humiliating him. Wasn't she afraid of what he would do to Jiang Xianrou...

Their eyes met, and only coldness could be seen in Qiao Nian's eyes. "Since you've investigated me, don't you know that our relationship isn't good? You can do whatever you want to her, but if you want me to let the He family off..."

The girl paused for a second, then her lips curled up into a wild and cold smile. "There's nothing you can do except turn back time!"

He Congming had never seen anyone with such a strong aura. At this moment, the pressure Qiao Nian exerted on him was even stronger than Ji Ziyin's.

If Ji Ziyin's family background and talent were to be said to be domineering and prideful... then what right did Qiao Nian have... how could she speak so confidently?!