As Mo Chen led the police to search for the illegal drugs, Ning Dai also moved.
She hid the pinhole camera in the button at her collar and carried the document bag into the Blue Hall. With one glance, she saw the two people sitting there waiting.
"Second Uncle, Third Uncle," Ning Dai called out in a low voice. Her appearance was pitiful, and there were traces of tears in her eyes.
"Sit." Second Uncle waved his hand and handed her a tissue.
"Xiao Dai, we didn't mean to make things difficult for you, but Mo Chen drank the medicine. Without the antidote, he won't be able to survive. In order not to harm his health, you'd better hand over the shares to us as soon as possible."
Third Uncle, who was beside her, also smiled hypocritically and stared at Ning Dai. "Everyone says that you have a good relationship with him. You won't just watch him die and do nothing, right?"
