The first week had passed like a whirlwind of tension and carefully orchestrated moves. As the sun rose on the eighth day, Tang Ziyi stood in his study, gazing out at the meticulously manicured gardens of the villa. His mind raced with the next phase of his plan, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
A soft knock at the door broke his reverie. "Come in," he called, turning to face the entrance.
Madam Tang entered, her brow furrowed with concern. "Ziyi, are you certain about this? Allowing them to stay longer... it's a risk."
Ziyi's expression softened as he regarded the woman who had raised him, loved him as her own. "I understand your concerns, Mom. But sometimes, to catch a snake, you have to let it think it's winning."
Madam Tang nodded, though worry still creased her features. "I trust you, my son. But please, be careful. These people... they're dangerous."
