Brother Yong really did take out an envelope from his pocket and slapped it in his hand. From the thickness of the envelope, it was clear that it contained quite a number of photos.
"The photos and negatives are here, where's the money?"
Brother Yong held up the envelope in his hand.
Fang Xiaohui lowered her face.
"Let me see if the negatives and photos are real first. How do I know if what you have is real or fake?"
She had already planned, even if Brother Yong showed up for the meeting today, intact, with nothing wrong.
She was prepared; earlier she had thrown two Unlucky Talismans directly onto Brother Yong.
In that case, even if she snatched the photos, Brother Yong couldn't do anything to her.
With the Unlucky Talisman as protection, Brother Yong couldn't catch up with her even if he chased.
She had witnessed the power of these Unlucky Talismans.
The way the three thousand yuan came by was vivid in her mind.
