Lu Wanwan didn't speak, her deep black pupils quietly watching him.
Her body shivered from the rain and the air conditioning in the car, but her gaze gradually became calm.
Mo Han felt a slight unease from those eyes, gripping the gun in his hand a little tighter.
The dark, sinister muzzle seemed to emit a chill.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
This plan was proposed by him from the start, to make the most of Lu Wanwan.
Among Xie Liancheng's men, Xiao Ye wasn't the most competitive one.
For Xiao Ye, it might just mean starting anew, but for Mo Han, if Xiao Ye lost power, there would be no way out for him.
He had many enemies, even some within who wished to eliminate him quickly.
If Xiao Ye couldn't gain power, no one would care about maintaining appearances for Xiao Ye.
He had no choice; Xiao Ye's success was crucial to him. So upon learning of Lu Wanwan's identity, he saw a new path to survival.
