Considering her ambition was no different from that of a certain capitalist group, Ling Qingyu accepted Tang Ziyi's weird naming.
At least her corporation or group wasn't keen on releasing biochemical threats to the world in order to control and spread influence.
Although subverting the order wasn't any different from Ling Qingyu's ambition. No—she was working for the real people. Yeah, she wasn't selfish.
While Ling Qingyu prepared for the coming reunions in Country A, she had no idea that subtle undercurrents were brewing into storms in the capital of her motherland.
A small flame had been lit, one that was about to explode within a few years—a timeline that no one noticed apart from the higher echelons.
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Ten hours later, Ling Qingyu's private A380 jet was flying over Country S's airspace. Nighttime as the plane flew away from the sunlight to the east. Inside, Xiao Yue grumbled inwardly about how despicable Ling Qingyu was to lie and kick her off to the desert.
