Meanwhile, inside Yuhao Hotel.
Qian Jiangyue leaned against the window, putting his phone back into his pocket.
In his ear, the voice of Nan Yuan came through, "It's that simple. Language, as a tool for human communication, can manipulate others' actions while passing on information."
"You just need to say a few words, and everything will turn out the way you want it to."
Nan Yuan walked up to Qian Jiangyue, "This is a lie borne of good intentions. Why are you not happy? Even if they found out, they won't resent you. To have Mao Mi leave her room and look for Turtle is the only solution right now; they can only help each other."
"If they're all dead, they definitely won't blame me, because they'll have lost the ability to blame anyone," Qian Jiangyue replied softly.
