Your Grandfather Is In My Hands

Ning Dai immediately understood what Mo Chen meant. "Alright, we'll do as Second Brother says."

Only when they were not in the country would they decrease Second Uncle and Third Uncle's vigilance and have a chance to take advantage of the situation.

Before boarding the plane, Ning Dai still let Mo Chen sit in the wheelchair. "Although your legs have been cured, it's still better to sit. I can't bear to provoke another An Nanxu again."

"And this mask, continue to wear it. Don't take it off."

Mo Chen looked at her tyrannically pressing the black and gold mask onto his face and smiled dotingly.

"I'll listen to you."

His body and everything about him belonged to her alone. He wouldn't share it with anyone else.

Meeting his gentle gaze, Ning Dai nodded her head in satisfaction and pushed him onto the plane.

Since she wanted to put on an act, she would do it all.