Zhuo Zi'ang was surprised. "Ah, what should we do now?"
Kang Chen's eyes glimmered with cold intent. "Huo Er knows what to do."
Zhuo Zi'ang slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Those high-ranking bastards are truly despicable. If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have their cushy lives. But now, with just one threat from someone else, they're really thinking of killing the Young Madam. Even if it's a fake death, I still can't swallow this indignation…"
Kang Chen's eyes slowly brewed with murderous resolve. "You think they just want to replace Ming Mei with a death-row inmate?"
"Don't be naïve. If they can think of the King of Country C, how could they not foresee this? I can guarantee that the precedent is set in Country C—they will demand the body after death; they'll want to test DNA. So... swapping the truth, fake deaths, it's all just a ploy to deceive me."
