"Mo Feng, even if you hate Huo Jingting, he's already gone now. Do you really need to be this aggressive?"
She didn't understand, she never understood, what the significance of his actions was.
Gu Nanqiao took a deep breath, "Even if Jinjue collapses, he won't know."
"Whether he knows or not, I don't care." Mo Feng's expression was indifferent, "However, doing this makes me very happy."
"..."
Gu Nanqiao felt as if she were talking to a brick wall.
Just for his momentary happiness, would he disregard the lives of others?
Jinjue wasn't just Huo Jingting's alone. If something went wrong, the entire real estate industry in Lancheng would be affected, along with the developers cooperating with Jinjue, and the employees working there.
The higher-ups might be fine, but many of the grassroots workers might struggle to find jobs temporarily.
Gu Nanqiao pulled the quilt over her, "I'm tired, I want to sleep, you should leave."
