His words were like a final request from the dying, carrying a weighty meaning that couldn't be underestimated.
Yan Xiaye nodded blankly, finding it odd no matter how she thought about it. Especially the words 'hard work' at the end, which seemed completely out of place here.
So, if what he really meant wasn't 'hard work,' what could it be?
Pain... suffering?
Would he be willing to let Qin Yiren suffer?
Compared to her confusion, Qin Yiren's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
She bit her lower lip uncontrollably, trying hard to smile at Yan Xiaye: "Sorry, Xiaye, Chu Xinian seems a bit unwell. We'll leave for today."
Yan Xiaye didn't know what to say, casting a complex glance at the distraught Chu Xinian.
Before sending the two off, she found an opportunity to lean close to Qin Yiren and whispered carefully, "Call me if anything comes up. Don't tackle it alone."
"Thank you, Xiaye."
