Mu Ci muttered to himself, "After torturing her for many years, she found me as a stumbling block, so she used the medicine she had successfully developed on me bit by bit. If the plan continues, I will die at the end of this year without any accidents. I will be plagued by illness for a long time and die naturally. There's no suspense. It's indeed a brilliant move."
Liu Ming's expression was already very ugly, but he still said objectively, "Young Master, I'm afraid Madam doesn't have such a strategy."
It was not that he looked down on her, but it was just an objective evaluation.
Mu Ci sneered. "That's right."
However, his expression was already as cold as an iceberg. "Who else would hate An Ya! Only by getting rid of her can she vent her hatred? She can't be brazen and can only infiltrate bit by bit. She can endure it for more than 20 years. Uncle Liu, I'm afraid even those smart old masters might not be able to do such a thing, right?"
