Qian Rouxuan looked weakly at Leng Mohao and saw his exceptionally cold gaze. Her heart shuddered, but the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released.
She had previously thought about backing out, wandering outside the hotel with John for a long time. If it weren't for the exposure of those photos, she wouldn't have taken such desperate measures.
She would've had a more thorough plan, but unfortunately, everything became a bubble in the face of the photos.
Although Leng Mohao managed to suppress the matter with great effort, the impact in the short term was still huge.
Even if she wore a wig and disguised herself at the time, anyone who knew or was familiar with her could guess that the woman was her at any moment.
In other words, this event completely shattered everything she had meticulously planned before.
