Evening.
In the small house of the Yun Family.
Xiao Qimo stood on the narrow balcony, gazing down at the night in Jinjing while talking on the phone with Mo Lei.
Mo Lei respectfully reported: "Master Mo, everything is done as you instructed."
"Hmm, I see."
The matters of the Li Family and the Leng Family were now spreading like wildfire.
Both prominent families were going through the greatest test of life and death in their history.
Of course, this was not the work of a concerned passerby but his own doing.
He was silently paving the way for Lu Mian.
Mo Lei hesitated, trying to speak but stopping himself: "Sir, there's something I'm not sure if I should say..."
"You shouldn't."
Xiao Qimo coldly rejected.
Mo Lei was abruptly silenced, but his concerns deepened, and despite the risk of losing his head, he still spoke.
