Lisa's heart quickened as a profound sense of déjà vu washed over her. Zhang Wei's face bore an uncanny resemblance to the one he wore that very morning when they had struck a significant deal.
With a perplexed look, Zhang Wei queried, "Why would the country bother to help?"
Suddenly, Zhao Hongyan's eyes widened in a moment of revelation.
"Of course," she murmured, her voice trembling with realization.
"Why indeed," Lisa wondered aloud, gazing at Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei had the power to assist her, but why would he? He held no obligation to her and had already rescued Song Shoushan once before.
A sly smile remained on Zhang Wei's face; he was not one to lend a hand without some benefit in return, particularly with pragmatic individuals like Zhao Hongyan. He knew that seizing the right moment was the key.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Hongyan declared, "I promise you!"
Zhang Wei, feigning ignorance, inquired, "Promise what?"
