At this moment, not far from the scene of the incident, a white car was parked by the street, its window rolled down just an inch, revealing a pair of slightly rounded eyes.
The woman withdrew her gaze subtly from Qiao Mo, rolled up the car window, completely isolating herself.
Inside the car, another woman was still peering outside, nervously asking, "Will she... will she die?"
The woman's expression remained calm and she replied softly, "If the rescue is timely, she should be fine."
"But... but I don't understand why we have to do this? Hasn't Fu Nancheng already left Qiao Mo?" the woman asked again, slightly uneasy.
The woman chuckled lightly, but a trace of disdain flashed through her eyes: "That fool Qiao Yun really thought she had won over Fu Nancheng's heart, but in reality, Fu Nancheng has almost collected all the evidence. Soon, the things I gave Yang Peiyun will be of no use."
"What are you planning to do?" the woman inquired softly.
