That damned bitch, choosing this moment to jump out—she was simply courting death!
Qian Ying stared at Ouyang Nan, cursing her inwardly as well. But he had said earlier that anyone with an idea should speak up. Now that Ouyang Nan had said she had one, he could not stop her.
After watching Ouyang Nan for a moment, he finally suppressed his emotions and said slowly, "Ouyang Nan, since you have an idea, say it and let everyone hear it."
Zhou Zixing, beside him, also opened his half-closed eyes and silently watched Ouyang Nan. It was not Ouyang Nan he was concerned with, but the youngster behind her.
After all, the faint discomfort in his back constantly reminded him that his life was still tightly clenched in Chen Mo's grasp. If he harbored any bad intentions, the outcome was easy to imagine.
Therefore, Zhou Zixing naturally had to remain alert to anything concerning Chen Mo. He had no choice but to be careful, since it concerned his life.
He even had to tell Chen Mo everything discussed in this meeting if Chen Mo came to question him. There could be no concealment whatsoever.
And if Qian Ying tried to suppress Ouyang Nan or stir up trouble here, he would have to stop it in secret. He would not only be saving himself, but Qian Ying as well. As far as he knew, although Qian Ying had reached the Xiantian Third Order Peak, he still stood no chance against Chen Mo.
After all, that youngster had handled Zhou Zixing as easily as lifting a chicken. Zhou Zixing had not even been able to resist.
If Zhou Zixing faced Qian Ying, however, although he was no match for him, he could at least struggle through dozens of moves. Comparing the two made