If they don't find a solution, they might both become shackles to each other, turned into tools for some large organizations or criminal forces. This is definitely not what Mu Yiliang wants to see.
Moreover, a permanent solution must be devised, otherwise, even if she and Xiaoze manage to get their hands on the Yan Family's money laundering evidence, they still won't be out of danger — it seems the other side's appetite is quite large.
"Still can't track down their identity?" Mu Yiliang asked worriedly, furrowing her brow.
Xiaoze shook his head: "They are very cautious and have figured out our methods, leaving no trace at all."
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes showing faint dimness.
"Mommy, don't worry, I'll definitely come up with a solution..." Xiaoze comforted as he hugged her.
"Hmm, even if you can't think of one, mommy is here." Mu Yiliang smiled warmly, touched her son's cheek, personally dressed him in his coat, and took him out of the hotel.
