Her gaze lingered on the night view of the Lan River, her form slightly stirred.
"Help with what?" she asked.
"Lure Yang Shan to room 1608."
In an instant, Jiang Wei knew that Jiang Muwan was surely orchestrating another major drama, and this play was not limited to Yang Shan alone.
Jiang Wei turned her eyes toward Jiang Muwan, whose countenance remained calm, a faint smile spreading across her lips, bearing the confidence of a business tycoon.
"You are very confident that I will help you," this was a query, but she spoke it with a hint of challenge.
"When we lose our lips, we lose our teeth, I and my aunt are grasshoppers on the same string," Jiang Muwan looked on, her smile deepening.
"Aunt wouldn't be thinking of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, would she?" Seeing Jiang Wei unmoving, Jiang Muwan added this line, her smile growing a bit deeper and a trace colder.
"Just curious," she replied.
