Xie Yanghua nodded and helped Shen Xinbi onto the helicopter. Mo Nanjue knew there was no point in staying here any longer, and it was impossible to leave alone, so he stepped inside. "When are you going to act?"
Xie Yanghua grabbed a cushion, "First, let's see how that old man is doing. Tentatively tonight."
Mo Nanjue turned his head to look at Shen Xinbi, "Does Mo Nanjue really think you're already dead?"
Shen Xinbi sat upright, "Do you care about him a lot?"
Mo Nanjue smiled faintly, "People always want to know about those they hate."
Shen Xinbi didn't seem inclined to speak, "He'll soon know I'm still alive, but by then it'll be too late."
"Are you going to kill him?"
"No," Shen Xinbi chuckled softly, "Once the scandal is confirmed by the media, we'll completely frame Yaner for it. Let Jue free, they'll definitely fight, and we just reap the benefits of their struggle."
"Then, congratulations in advance."
