Meng Sijue still remained silent, his eyes looking up at the starry sky becoming exceptionally dim...
"You should rest."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, his subordinate silently retreated to one side.
After eating something, Nan Zhifeng lay down again. She had a low fever, and the wound on the back of her head was painful, so she could only lie on her side, still shackled at the feet, feeling uncomfortable all over.
But no matter what, knowing that Zi Xing and Ashe were safe gave her a lot of peace of mind.
Moreover, the plan she had previously set up had succeeded, making Luo Manhua and Nan Yuanshan lie and leak a false backing, which, with Di Lingzhi's cooperation, misled the Angel Foundation.
At least for the short term, it was possible to feign a strike in one direction and attack in another, keeping that Mr. President preoccupied with his archenemy. Thus, Di Shengjun would have more room to take care of him.
