The more she spoke, the paler Bai Yuejie's face became. She stared at the familiar woman before her and instinctively retorted, "That can't be, it's impossible, you're lying to me, how could it be!"
Uncle Liu was always careful in his dealings. For so many years, everything had been secure and sound, never had there been any incident.
Including three years ago when he had Tang Wu killed without anyone noticing.
Such a person, even if he was temporarily caught and detained now, could not possibly have all his cards laid out.
A crafty rabbit has three burrows, and Uncle Liu's hidden assets were more than just three.
A centipede dies but never falls down; this was the kind of person Uncle Liu was.
Thinking of this, Bai Yuejie slightly calmed her emotions and asserted, "You're trying to make me panic, it's useless."
Tang Wu covered her mouth with a light laugh, her demeanor alluring, her eyes filled with mockery and ridicule, easily infuriating the person on the hospital bed.
