In the brightly lit living room of the villa at Wen Manor, Old Madam Wen looked gloomily at Wen Yiming, and said coldly, "This is the best opportunity. At the Fu Group's annual meeting, Fu Zhenning is going to hand over Fu's to Fu Mingyu. Given the circumstances, Fu Mingyu is unlikely to be absent."
"If we miss this chance, no matter where Wen Nuan goes, won't Fu Mingyu be by her side? So, carefully review the details for the birthday banquet. Make sure nothing goes wrong. Otherwise, if that girl escapes again this time, next time might not even be possible."
Speaking sternly, Old Madam Wen turned to look at Wang Hui, "With your cousin, just inform her to bring her son to the birthday banquet, don't say too much, in case—"
She intended to say that in case their scheme failed, their plans wouldn't be exposed, but deep down, she hoped that such a mishap would not occur, so Old Madam Wen stopped mid-sentence.
Wang Hui nodded obediently. "Mom, I understand."
