"I'm afraid you'll need my cooperation again." Lu Wanwan sneered, "Mr. Mo, I've fallen for your tricks once; do you think I'll believe you next time?"
Mo Han seemed indifferent to her attitude, casually swiping his fingers across the tablet. "You're in my hands, so is Gu Annan's life. You have no other choice. Three years, or rather, you'll regain your freedom without needing the full three years. Why not give it a try? Besides, this matter might not be a disadvantage to you."
"Three years?"
Mo Han handed over the computer, showing her the photo on the screen.
"Who is this?"
Lu Wanwan glanced at it; it was a dignified middle-aged man, but she had never seen him before.
