Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 984

The three of them appeared at the entrance of the coffee shop shortly after.

Ouyang Qian shook hands with Lawyer Zeng to say goodbye and left with her daughter.

As a working man, Lawyer Zeng waited for the boss’s car to drive away before taking out his car keys and walking in the other direction.

Besides the briefcase, he also had a file envelope.

Ouyang Qian and her daughter left empty-handed.

So, those documents must be in the file envelope.

Realizing this, Tang Li no longer hid behind the car and quickly crossed the road.

Since there was no empty parking space in front of the coffee shop, Zeng Fan parked his car outside McDonald’s ahead. Just as he was about to reach his car, a figure ran out from the corner and collided with him.

Zeng Fan was looking at his cellphone, unprepared, not only was his shoulder hurt from the collision, but the file envelope and briefcase also fell to the ground.

The other person kicked the file envelope far away.

Before he could react, the other party had already apologized.

It was a young girl.

"Sorry, sorry!" The girl bowed, although wearing a mask and a cap, her delicate face was still discernible: "I was rushing to catch the Yangpu South Line bus, didn’t notice the people outside the mall."

Beautiful people always make it hard for others to get angry.

Zeng Fan maintained his grace: "Be careful next time; if you hit an elderly person, the one who suffers is yourself!"

After speaking, he bent down to pick up his briefcase.

As for the girl, she helped him retrieve the file envelope.

Once he reversed the car out of the parking space, the girl still stood by the side, bowing in apology.

Tang Li watched the car turn at the corner, only then did she relax her tense posture; she hadn’t expected that what’s inside the file envelope were two copies of the share transfer agreement.

Though she only caught a glimpse of the opening, the words ’Tianyi Group’ were imprinted in her mind.

Lai Yuaner signed at the end of the agreement; hence, the shares should be given to her.

As for the donor.

Besides Ouyang Qian, Tang Li couldn’t think of anyone else.

As far as she knows, Ouyang Qian holds 56% of Tianyi stock.

Though recently Lai Wenyan’s issue has been quite a stir, as long as Tianyi Group is not operating illegally, it will not be too affected, even if Lai Wenyan becomes notorious in the future, Ouyang Qian can continue being the chairwoman of Tianyi without needing to transfer assets to Lai Yuaner.

—Unless.

An idea dawned on Tang Li.

Thinking that Ouyang Qian is likely transferring communal property, Tang Li smirked slightly. If Lai Wenyan knew Ouyang Qian intended to leave him with nothing, he’d probably go mad?

Just then, a black sedan slowly stopped beside her.

The rear window rolled down, revealing Song Jingtian’s face leaning on the edge.

"Is this what you meant by coming here to work, staging accidents?"

"..."

The little guy asked, turning his head to the driver: "Special Agent He, how do you usually deal with staged accidents?"

"If they collide with a person, usually a shoulder throw will suffice," came the driver’s reply: "If it’s targeting a car, unless given an order, we just run them over."

Tang Li: "..."

The next second, Song Jingtian opened the car door.

He moved inside holding his Tiger Whip, urging Tang Li, "Come, we’ll give you a ride."

Once Tang Li got into the car, Song Jingtian handed her a paper bag: "Bought you fried rice cake, with sweet sauce."

"Why are you so generous all of a sudden?" It felt unusual to Tang Li.

The rice cake was skewered with bamboo sticks.

Tang Li took the fried rice cake from the paper bag, noticing something unusual: "The sweet sauce is spread very thin." The originally crispy rice cake surface had become soggy.

Song Jingtian pouted: "Being so picky about rice cake, you have too many complaints."

Tang Li was merely asking, not truly dissatisfied.

After all, she didn’t spend her money on the rice cake.

After eating two bites, Tang Li felt something odd and wanted to ask Song Jingtian. Turning her head, she met Tiger Whip’s longing gaze.

The Corgi raised its head slightly, and Tang Li noticed the sauce at the corner of the dog’s mouth.

She glanced at the fried rice cake in her hand, then looked at Song Jingtian. The little guy, receiving her gaze, sheepishly stretched out his chubby hand to cover Tiger Whip’s mouth.