Mu Yiliang trembled.
If it were other concerns, she could find a way to clear them for Su Yan. But what qualifications did she have to make Su Yan risk her life for this?
"What if I do the transfer?" Mu Yiliang suddenly said, "You teach me how!"
Su Yan shook her head: "No way. It's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, but you wouldn't learn in ten or eight years, by then Young Master Yan would be long dead."
Mu Yiliang closed her eyes in despair: "Is there really no other way? Su Yan, I beg you..."
Su Yan was silent for a long time: "Sorry."
Mu Yiliang's whole body trembled, she looked at Yan Sijue lying on the bed, tears rolled out again.
She walked over step by step, bent down and hugged him tightly, sadness and despair overwhelming her.
Su Yan saw her like this, feeling a bit reluctant, yet somewhat annoyed.
