Mo Jingshen watched this scene with a straight face.
Dali laughed again, letting go of Ji Nuan's chin.
It wasn't until she was taken out of the cabin that she realized she had survived.
It seemed that in such kind of a place, instead of IQ, patience mattered most.
No wonder Feng Ling used to say that Mo Jingshen could cost some people billions with a single decision. Mo Jingshen could get to know all the thoughts of his enemies and even grasp all the psychological ideas and changes of theirs precisely. Dali had obviously lost to him just now.
Mo Jingshen had figured out what was in their minds. Ji Nuan was just trying to be cooperative, but Mo Jingshen was the one in control.
He was so intelligent.
Ji Nuan was much calmer now. If she lived an hour longer, or even a day longer, there would be greater hope of both of them going out alive.
So, Ji Nuan passed another peaceful night.
