幕琰 tightened his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The car was almost at the company building, but he still couldn't bring himself to stop. He hated this kind of situation the most. He had always believed that the cold and calculated were the most powerful, but now he realized that being too damn smart would bring trouble.

In the car behind, Lin Wanxing's fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. After seeing Mo Yan's ruthless eyes, she felt that this man was a real person, not a walking corpse. She had thought that he would definitely be like this, but she didn't expect that the traitor would actually be so simple.

She had been waiting for this scene for a long time. She was curious about what kind of face this man would make when she played the card in her hand. Now, she understood what Mo Yan looked like. His face was contorted, his eyes were fixed on her, as if he didn't believe that the woman sitting in the car in front of him was really Lin Wanxing.