Jin Liudong hung up the phone, suppressing his simmering rage. His eyes gleamed with icy flashes. After a while, he glanced at his phone and muttered to himself, "Li Songhua, you really act fast... But... this girl's name is Chen Bieli? She's pretty, but for my son's sake, I'll have to let you down, Wenyi. Your love for her won't change anything."
His tone was icy cold, like that of a wild beast trapped inside a cage wielding its emotions. But thinking won't change anything. The plan was to use Chen Bieli to save Jin Wenyi, provided she could escape the capture of Qinshan Base herself.
Jin Liudong had no idea that the moment he hung up the phone, Chen Bieli's eyes flickered with successful manipulation. Her initial remorseful and sorrowful demeanor abruptly transformed into apathy—a change so swift it was better than those seen in Sichuan opera.
She pocketed Jin Wenyi's phone and started walking towards her house, to find her murder weapon? Impossible.
