Regret?
Wang Jingtang asked himself and then shook his head.
If he didn't try, his sister might not have any hope of survival, right?
Seeing Wang Jingtang's pale face, Mo Jingchun asked in surprise:
"You don't regret it?"
"What you're doing is essentially making a wedding dress for others."
"You don't regret it?"
"No regrets."
At this moment, Wang Jingtang found that the oppressive feeling in his heart seemed to have disappeared.
Even his mind was surprisingly clear at this moment.
After a long time, Mo Jingchun, seemingly unintentionally, but sincerely, nodded in agreement.
Mo Jingchun stood up and slowly found a blank sheet of paper and a pen in the armed police hall.
Handing a full page of writing to Xu Pengfei, Mo Jingchun spoke with a serious tone:
"I don't care how much it costs or what methods you use, the equipment and herbs must be ready by six tonight."
"Get busy, have HR notify the staff to start working early today and get the company running."
