The Shangguan Family's residence in Capital City.
Shangguan Zhenhai and the enchanting woman next to him clinked a glass of red wine, savoring its taste, seemingly celebrating the success of their scheme.
Both carried a faint smile on their faces.
It was a look of arrogance.
In their view, a plane crash high in the sky would only have one end - panic, helplessness, death.
It was essentially a lethal trap.
If Ren Feifan could survive, they were at a loss for words.
But it seemed impossible.
Suddenly, the bewitching woman's cellphone rang, she put down her glass and picked it up. After a while, her expression changed.
"Are you sure?"
"Alright, I'll inform the young master."
Shangguan Zhenhai felt a chill crawl up his spine when he saw her reaction.
After hanging up the phone, the woman had a hint of remorse in her eyes as she looked at Shangguan Zhenhai.
After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Young master, there's been a mishap."
"What happened?"
