Meng Zhao did not feel any shared anguish. Put bluntly, Cao Quan'an had brought it upon himself and left an opening for others to exploit.
It would have been one thing if he had harmed only himself, but he had also harmed others. He had hurt others and himself alike—a walking calamity.
"Are you just going to keep waiting so passively? Have you never thought of rescuing your younger son and taking revenge on Ren Tianxing?"
Meng Zhao was not trying to sow discord. He was merely voicing what Cao Quan'an thought about day and night.
Cao Quan'an gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"What can I do? Ren Tianxing is no ordinary man. His mind is meticulous and his methods ruthless. If I show the slightest abnormality, he will never hold back. He can take risks, but I cannot!"
It was like two gamblers. Cao Quan'an had only a tiny handful of chips left, practically nothing at all, while Ren Tianxing had piles of chips before him and ample room for trial and error.
Naturally, Cao Quan'an was constrained at every turn. Whatever he wanted to do, he could not stretch his limbs or roll up his sleeves and go all out.
Meng Zhao smiled. That was precisely why an outside force was needed to break this deadlock.
"Uncle An, I'm on Hong Minghui's side, and Ren Tianxing and I are irreconcilable. So, do you need my help?"
Cao Quan'an was no greenhorn of the Jianghu Martial Arts World. He snorted coldly, his eyes fierce and savage.
"That girl Hong Minghui cannot control a man like you. I'm afraid she must have exchanged something for your help.
"You came to trouble Ren Tianxing not merely for her sake, but because Ren Tianxing possesses something you need."
Cao