Luo Xiao's throat choked lightly, but he finally sat back down.
After the mother and son left the restaurant, Mo Nanjue finally lit a cigarette, sliding the lighter up, "You don't need to think about it; it definitely won't be Mo Beiyan."
"Then who else could it be?" Luo Xiao squinted his eyes, "Who else is around you?"
Li Qin thought for a moment before speaking, "Is there a possibility it's someone from the company? Empire Jue or Mo's?"
Mo Nanjue flicked the ash off his cigarette, "Xie Yanghua wouldn't be interested in the company's things. It's not money he's lacking; any antique vase from the Mo Family could cost him dearly. How could he be short of money, linked with Shen Xinbi and Lin Meijie?"
Luo Xiao actually knew as well.
If Xie Yanghua was after money, it would be an easy fix.
What money can solve... isn't really a problem.
But it just isn't the case.
