The moment Liang Minghao left, the air in the sitting room grew heavy again.
In the Jiang Yanxu's office, he sat on the couch, his body still, but his mind racing through every detail of the plan.
Meanwhile, Song Yuhang sat in front of an antique computer, fingers scrolling through folders with restless precision. The dim light from the screen cast faint shadows across his face, highlighting the tension creasing his brow.
Finally, unable to suppress his thoughts any longer, he spun his chair around to face Jiang Yanxu. His voice cut through the silence.
"Are you sure about Song Lichen, sir?" His voice cut through the stillness, direct and edged with doubt.
The unexpected question snapped Jiang Yanxu from his thoughts. He turned his head slowly, his expression unreadable. A beat passed before he responded.
"It's worth trying."
