Luo Ziling still went back with Wuyue.
Wuyue drove, and Luo Ziling sat in the passenger seat.
"Sister Wuyue, do you think what I did today was right?" Luo Ziling turned his head to ask Wuyue, who remained silent.
"Your breath reeks of alcohol," Wuyue frowned and complained, but she didn't answer Luo Ziling's question.
"I think letting Ling Haijun go was the right choice, otherwise things would escalate further, and we'd be at a disadvantage," Luo Ziling said smugly, ignoring Wuyue's complaint. "By letting him go, we're no longer holding a hostage, and we're not at a legal disadvantage anymore."
"Why didn't you tell me about tonight's operation?" Wuyue asked Luo Ziling irritably, her tone full of dissatisfaction.
Luo Ziling's previous unfriendly attitude toward her still lingered in her heart.
Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly changed his attitude toward her again, acting playful.
That made Wuyue even angrier, unable to hold back her questioning.