Nan Moyan merely curled his lips coldly, not saying a word.
The one truly lacking sense is Tan Shuya indeed.
After all, genuinely smart people would never do something so foolish.
Tan Shuya watched Song Qiao's increasingly pained expression, her smile growing more maniacal as time ticked away, while the ship she waited for had yet to arrive here. Even if she were foolish, she now understood what was truly going on.
Her gaze fell coldly upon Lu Jingchen and Nan Moyan, and Tan Shuya's face twisted into a mocking expression as she spoke coldly, "I know that I, Tan Shuya, cannot win against the two of you. Today I don't plan to leave here alive, and your son is destined to die with me. I originally...didn't intend for him to die, but all of this is forced by you..."
