"What?" Song Yaijng stood up.
Lu Dinghua also stood up from the sofa, and he walked to Song Yajing's side. He stretched out both hands to hold onto her shoulders. "Yajing, it is not the time to be leaving things up to chance. The plane crashed. The body of the pilot was the first body to be discovered. The chance of Shaoming surviving the crash is close to zero. Our house now is having crises both inside and out. The Lu group of corporations is one delicious piece of meat that everyone is salivating over. They all want to take a bite, and we need to have a contingency plan for the worse case scenario.
