[Honey, this couldn't possibly be aimed at us, could it?]
It doesn't make sense.
The officials have already said they would protect him; it's unreasonable to then create a murder case and frame him for it.
Lin Mo looked out the car window, at the entrance road guarded by Six Fan Gate personnel, and besides, the vast square was full of cars. If they rashly got out, they would actually become the center of attention.
What should we do?
Lin Mo thought for a moment and sent Li Jinwen a message: [I don't know, but let's not make a fuss just yet. It's highly likely it isn't aimed at us, perhaps it's just a coincidence.]
No matter how clever Lin Mo was, he couldn't possibly have imagined that Chen Shanhe was already in Northern Sea City, having laid a web waiting for them to stumble right into it.
Li Jinwen felt anxious and nervous, tightly clutching Lin Mo's hand with her beautiful brows unconsciously furrowed, resembling someone with heavy concerns.
