"If public opinion and scandal can get you something, why not capitalize on it?" Ji Yanting spoke up directly.
Playing Tai Chi with people like Jiang Muwan wasn't a good choice.
Moreover, crafty schemes were out of the question.
Ji Yanting wanted the support of the Jiang Family, and Jiang Muwan wanted Huazhong; the likelihood of them joining forces wasn't nonexistent.
Or rather, they could get what they wanted faster, without lifting a finger.
Let public opinion deliver those things to their hands.
And what about Jiang Muwan?
She was slightly tempted; Ji Yanting's proposal was not a bad idea.
So, after pondering for a moment, she inquired, "The location?"
As her words landed, Gu Jiangnian, who was sitting beside her, pressed his palm down on her injured knee, pressing hard.
With his other hand, he snatched her mobile phone, ended the call, and threw it onto the bed.
Jiang Muwan gasped in pain.
