Seeing Lin Mo slowly walk out, Chen Shanhe's face turned pale, his fingers trembling slightly inside his sleeve.
He wasn't panicked like Ichiro Toyota; instead, there was a sense of resignation.
Chen Shanhe slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the murky American air.
No one else disturbed him, including Lin Mo, who simply sat in the chair behind the office desk, silently waiting for Chen Shanhe to regain his composure.
Such a scene had appeared countless times in Lin Mo's mind.
Especially in his dreams, he often envisioned the scenario of settling things with Chen Shanhe and then living with his family back in Grand Xia.
Finally...
After nearly three years of effort, the day had finally come.
Lin Mo wasn't in a rush; he had plenty of time, and there were many fun places and interesting countries he could visit with his family in the future.
He also knew that Chen Shanhe no longer had that chance.
The ending waiting for him was destined to be bleak.
