"Impossible what? President Zhu, are you disappointed not to see the scene you envisioned?"
Mo Qian's voice carried a dangerous undertone, his deep-set eyes icy and cold: "President Zhu has been clever his whole life, and now you're muddled to this extent in your old age? Thinking that drugging me would guarantee everything, and throwing your daughter at me—don't you find it ridiculous?"
Zhu Ming'an's heart sank to rock bottom the moment Ji Wei appeared.
He couldn't have dreamed that the plan he'd painstakingly orchestrated would be effortlessly seen through by Mo Qian.
When Mo Qian mentioned Zhu Jianian, Shen Yu, standing to the side, finally snapped back to reality. She hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed inside, flustered: "Jianian, where's Jianian?"
Zhu Ming'an's face darkened as he followed her inside.
