"Originally, I didn't know. Now, I know," Shen Yu admitted frankly. His hand, placed on the sofa, gradually tightened: There was a strand of hair there, not sure if it's Mr. Han's; I'll take it later.
"Since you helped Xiao Di, I won't kill you," Mr. Han said.
"Thank you." Shen Yu smiled and stood up, "But does Mr. Han not wish to ask the purpose of my visit today?"
"I don't want to ask."
Shen Yu: "..."
Chatting with Mr. Han is even more stressful than chatting with X!
How do I get close to him and pull out a strand of hair?
"Mr. Han, I harbor no ill intentions," Shen Yu said.
"I know. That's why I agreed to see you." Mr. Han stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly smoking a cigarette, "Are you looking for a reward?"
"Uncle, he isn't..."
"Yes."
Pei Di wanted to speak well of Shen Yu but was struck down by Shen Yu. He looked at Shen Yu in amazement: "Are you here for a reward?"
Shen Yu ignored him, only gazing at Mr. Han: "Mr. Han, can we talk privately?"
