"No rush, wait a moment," Ye Haofan picked up the cutlery, elegantly starting his meal.
"Wait for what?"
"The information you want."
Han Yingying asked excitedly, "Is there news so soon?"
"This isn't my turf, so things might be a bit slow," Ye Haofan glanced at her indifferently, "but it will still be faster than most people."
"Thank you, really thank you," Han Yingying couldn't contain her excitement, her eyes grew slightly warm.
For two years, finally, someone was willing to help her search, instead of just telling her Shen Mosheng was dead, to give up.
Shen Mosheng, I'm looking for you, I'll bring you home, please stop playing hide-and-seek.
Seeing her with reddened eyes and trembling hands in excitement, Ye Haofan unceremoniously threw cold water on her: "Fast doesn't mean we can find him."
"It's okay, I have already waited two years, I don't mind waiting another two."
