"Sacrifice the chariot to save the king?" Ning Rongyue paused for a moment, understanding the other party's intent, and hesitated. "That's illegal. How could Chen Dong be willing to take responsibility for everything?"
The phone grew silent.
The person on the other end said nothing, but it seemed as if a chill was emanating from that side, leaving Ning Rongyue increasingly uneasy.
After a long time, the indifferent and merciless female voice finally came through again, "Idiotic."
Ning Rongyue's face turned sour.
"You need me to teach you how to handle such trivial matters?" the woman said, her tone slow and deliberate. "You and your sister really are cut from the same cloth."
Ning Rongyue's hand, resting on the couch, slowly tightened, her nails leaving four scratches on the leather surface, but the words she spoke were cautious and slightly ingratiating. "Yes, yes, whatever I have today, it's all thanks to your guidance."
