I thought you really couldn't make it

A few seconds after Bai huien sent the message, Lan Xiao received it at the hospital.

Seventh uncle found a message in the presidential palace's communication network system. It was sent from the presidential palace to an anonymous person's phone.

The content of the text message was that the plan was going well.

Lan Xiao looked at the screenshot that seventh uncle had sent and showed it to Wen Muchu.

"This person is indeed in the presidential palace. This person is quite cautious. He only sent one message with his card and it was already invalid. Chuchu, can you guess who the sender is?"

Wen Muchu was sitting on the sofa, dealing with business documents.

He listened to Lan Xiao's question and thought for a long time.

A trace of gloominess flashed across his eyes, and his lips curved into a cold smile.

"Continue to wait, there will be a moment when she reveals her true colors, Yingluo."