Leng Zirui naturally understood Leng Zimo’s feelings as well. In fact, he was currently in a much tougher position than Leng Zimo.
On one hand, he had to be responsible to the country; on the other hand, he had to be responsible to his own family.
If he could, he would also hope for all of this to end immediately, allowing his big brother’s family to live happily together. But he knew better that in the current situation, neither he nor Leng Zimo had any choice.
Leng Zimo gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and finally sat back down.
"I want Xiao Qian and Mo Mo to be absolutely safe, absolutely, do you understand?!"
"I promise," Leng Zirui said in a low voice.
"What do you plan to do?" Leng Zimo asked.
"Keep Seo Fei steady, find a way to get all the information we can from her." Leng Zirui toyed with a lighter, "I remember when we were kids, Tang Ming and Seo Fei had a good relationship. If I’m not mistaken, Tang Ming should love Seo Fei very much. We might be able to use that. To facilitate your work, I’ll arrange someone to be by your side. You don’t have an assistant now, right? I’ll arrange an assistant for you."
"How long?" Leng Zimo asked again.
"I just went to the project department. It’s currently the final testing phase. If the test is successful, the project will officially go into operation. I think they should make a move before the official operation begins. It won’t be long." Leng Zirui took a light breath, "If things go smoothly this time, Luo Xiaoqian’s father’s tombstone can finally have a name engraved on it."
Leng Zimo glared at him, "Stop using your methods of manipulation on me."
Leng Zirui smirked, "Habit!"
Eyeing the obvious bruise at the corner of his eye, Leng Zimo pressed his lips together, "Get lost!"
Leng Zirui looked aggrieved, "I haven’t slept for three days. Can’t I at least sit for a while on your comfortable big sofa?"


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