Lixue shifted uneasily in her seat, her eyes flickering to the rearview mirror where her mother's fragile form lay bundled in the back. "What kind of person kidnaps someone like this?" she muttered, her voice laced with both frustration and sorrow.
Mo Ran's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "The kind of person who doesn't care about morality—only money and power."
"Liang Cheng…" Lixue repeated the name softly, trying to commit it to memory. "Why does it feel like there's more to this?" She turned to Mo Ran, her gaze unwavering. "What aren't you telling me?"
Mo Ran sighed, his usual calm façade flickering for a moment. "There's nothing solid to tell you, Lixue. Liang Cheng is just another name for now, but trust me—I'll find out everything about him."
"Another name…" Lixue frowned, her tone skeptical. "You said his men were afraid of him. That doesn't sound like just another name."
