"That's not what I mean. But you only know that Gao Ming is at the end of his rope, but do you know where he is now?"
After all, the older the ginger, the spicier it was. Yang Ning raised his dry lips. "Everything we see is only on the surface. Now, he is indeed at the edge of the cliff, but this doesn't mean that he will definitely fall to the bottom of the cliff."
"Do you mean that Gao Ming still has a chance to revive?" Yang Shuo asked.
"It's very small, but it still exists."
Yang Ning slowly stood up and looked out of the window. "Currently, there are two people in the entire Federation's Central City who can help him tide over this crisis. One is Zhou Xuan, and the other is Shan Yue. However, Zhou Xuan's company has already made an announcement, so Zhou Xuan will definitely not help him. He only has one choice left: Shan Yue."
