When a person is in a state of extreme tension, they simply won't scrutinize those telltale details.
Zhao Ying certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Nan Wan all this. She leaned in, her bony hand gripping Nan Wan's chin, and the eyes full of hatred made her already distorted face look incredibly fierce.
"Aren't you good at seducing men? Such a simple thing couldn't trouble Mu Jin Huan, just act coy, and maybe he'll find out by tomorrow," Zhao Ying said slowly, as if suddenly having an epiphany, "Oh, your man is currently bogged down with trivial matters, can't save you now."
Her chin was pinched by Zhao Ying's long nails, leaving bluish-purple marks. Nan Wan didn't have the strength to struggle, and the underlying fear seemed to break through the constraints of reason, spreading throughout her body.
Aside from the private secretary and driver, Mu Jin Huan's schedule was kept confidential, outsiders wouldn't know where he went.
