"But…" Mo Jianguo was indignant.
Wen Cai interrupted him impatiently. " But what? You can only fish out the person behind Rosie by getting close to her. Do you think that person will appear by himself if you don't do anything? "
Zhao Jia tugged at Mo Jianguo. " I think what Mr. Wen said makes sense. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, you're not venturing into the tiger's den. After all, Luo Qian is paralyzed in bed and can't move. She can't do anything to you. "
Mo Jianguo clenched his fists tightly. In the end, he let out a long sigh and accepted his fate.
"And then?" he asked Wencai.
Wen Cai said, " Then, you have to let Luo Qian know that you've brought back a few very valuable antiques when you returned to the Mo family. They were all left outside by your grandfather. Now, you're going to sell them to make up for the company's losses. "
