Liang Minghao smirked at the reaction. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and leaned forward, resting elbows on his knees. "As Yuhang mentioned yesterday, the document is a conditional asset transfer from your father to your ex-wife, right? Wen Jie has a strong legal standing with it. Even if we take this to court without any preparion, we'll lose."
Jiang Yanxu remained silent, waiting.
Liang Minghao took it as his cue to continue. "So instead, I'm going to use a different strategy—good cop, bad cop. While I apply pressure, I'll also be gathering evidence of his illegal activities."
Silence stretched between them.
Then, Song Yuhang let out a slow, measured breath. "Isn't that too risky?"
Liang Minghao chuckled, shaking his head. "Every method has risks. But this? This gives us an advantage."
He let his gaze drift between them, watching as his words settled in. Jiang Yanxu remained unreadable, his expression one of careful calculation.
