Upon hearing this, Chen Mo furrowed his brows and spoke in a deep voice, "He is so stubborn; even with the army at the border, he still refuses to let go."
"What do you plan to do?" asked Yue Ruyan, sitting forcibly on Chen Mo's lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I've already dispatched the army. Naturally, there's no reason to withdraw it. Since he is so persistent, blood must be shed."
A cold gleam flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. Although Yang Xian was Yang Qingqing's biological father, Chen Mo had given him many chances. If he didn't cherish them, then he couldn't be blamed.
Yue Ruyan's eyes flickered. She suddenly noticed a plan on the desk and curiously picked it up to ask, "What is this?"
