Nan Mufeng remained silent, weighing his options in his heart. Ultimately, he had to compromise. He reached out and gently touched Jian Xi's belly: "You're pregnant, the baby is four months old."
"I know, we'll be careful." Jian Xi replied with a reassuring smile, "I'll go with Mom, and Fang Ping guaranteed that I won't get hurt."
"Fang Ping? Who is he?"
"Sent by the organization to poach us, apparently an arch-enemy of Yuan Fei. Honey, once we find Ackerman ourselves, we won't need to bother with Yuan Fei. We can just watch as the poison takes him."
Jian Xi intentionally kept the conversation light, but how could Nan Mufeng feel at ease?
"Okay." Nan Mufeng pinched her face. However, his heart felt heavy, as if weighed down by a giant stone, suffocating him.
Jian Xi and Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged smiles: "We plan to leave with Fang Ping the day after tomorrow, and tonight we're going to contact him. You can take action if you want to."
