Sitting on the sofa behind him, Jing Yang took a deep breath of the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled a puff of smoke. In a low voice, he said, “The plan for Tomorrow is all prepared. Will that Yue Yiru work or not?”
Nameless did not turn around and said calmly, “As long as she wants to marry Shi Beiyu, it’s fine.”
“Ha... This woman is also a lunatic. What’s so good about Shi Beiyu! Each and every one of them pounced on him like idiots!”
“If she doesn’t pounce, how will she help us?”
Jing Yang sneered. “If she knows that your goal isn’t just Mu Siyin, but Shi Beiyu, I wonder if she’ll still help us?”
Nameless snorted. “She won’t know!”
The church where Shi Beiyu and Mu Siyin’s wedding was held had a long history. It was a national building that was heavily protected in China. If an ordinary noble wanted to hold a wedding there, they would have to apply to the higher-ups.
