"Huh."
Feng Jingnian gave a cold laugh.
His methods were enough to ensure that none of his subordinates would dare harbor any thoughts of betrayal.
"Are you sure you won't tell me?"
"Why does my cousin insist on pinning this on me? Even if the sky fell down, Mo Group wouldn't fall into the hands of a non-family member like me, would it? What are you afraid of?"
Mo Shiyan sighed, "Since you won't admit it, then you'll take sole responsibility for what comes next!"
Having said that, he turned and walked towards the center of the car accident.
Feng Jingnian's expression turned dark as he watched Mo Shiyan's retreating figure. Then his eyes gradually widened in disbelief, and he asked his subordinate, "Who is that?"
The dump truck driver was carried out of the cabin, and at that moment a woman was performing emergency resuscitation on him.
"An Yan? Young Master Feng, it's An Yan! And that squirrel."
