After the RV traveled a long distance, it stopped at the entrance of a pitch-black forest. The door was pushed open, and a strong man picked up the little girl from the seat, stepped out of the car, and walked towards the entrance.
Inside the car, Xie Yanghua closed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He had calculated favorable timing, geographical advantages, and human factors, but he never expected an earthquake on the wedding day!
Truly, life is full of surprises. He initially thought he could control Mo Nanjue and Mo Beiyan, and then... But with such a sudden change, this plan might have to be...
Postponed further.
But it didn't matter. Xie Yanghua let out a cold laugh. It would be best if Mo Nanjue was dead; otherwise, as long as the strong foundation of the Mo Family remained, just a flick of a finger would keep the empire in their grasp. Could they even escape?
What a joke!
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