Looking into Xu Yan's fiery eyes, Ye Zixuan couldn't help but remember that big dream, and she involuntarily squeezed her own thighs. She seemed a bit sly, changed the topic and said:
"Xu Yan, are you sure about tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, Aunt Xuan, Xinya is your blood, and I won't allow anyone to destroy it." Xu Yan looked at Ye Zixuan and said firmly.
"You don't need to be too nervous. There's nothing major about closing the door and going home. I'm just worried he won't let you leave." Ye Zixuan was touched by Xu Yan's words. She looked at Xu Yan with eyes full of concern and worry, speaking softly.
The next morning, Xinya Psychological Clinic.
"Xu Yan, have you packed your things? You can leave in a minute."
Wang Hongying saw Xu Yan come in and walked over with a teasing expression:
"Yes, if you want me to say it, you'd better leave consciously now, otherwise you'll lose face sooner or later."
