Seeing his tense face, Li Mochan's eyes darkened slightly.
"Don't move." The fake Wei Bei threateningly warned.
Hearing footsteps, the fake Wei Bei looked up towards the door.
Seeing the person coming in, he let out a sardonic laugh, "Li Wuye, I've heard a lot about you."
Li Mochan stared at the face that was identical to Wei Bei's, his gaze suddenly turning frosty and dark.
"Wei Bei?"
Jiang Yisheng stared at the man holding Mrs. Jiang hostage, completely baffled.
Wasn't Wei Bei at the company? How could he appear here?
"You're Qian Mian?" Li Mochan asked in a cold tone, his voice certain.
"Li Wuye is indeed extraordinarily clever." Qian Mian laughed heartily, "You recognized me so quickly."
He glanced around, "I was hoping to see Li Wuye's fiancée today as well. What a pity."
Li Mochan's eyes were calm, his voice cold and foreboding, "Speak, your terms."
