Jian Fan lifted his head, his expression complex, and despite the long silence, he managed not to utter a word.
It's true what they say about biting the hand that feeds you.
It turned out they had set a trap for him from the very beginning.
Ever since he had followed Mr. Song, he had prided himself on being shrewd, yet today, he was unexpectedly brought down by these three young rascals.
"Fine, but it has to be a secret, pinky promise," Jian Fan said reluctantly, shaking his head and extending his little finger towards them.
In the most famous cemetery of City F in Country B, Qin Siye stood in front of Yin Xi's gravestone, struggling to calm the complex emotions in his heart for a long time.
There was guilt, longing, and even a twinge of heartache.
That year, if he hadn't terminated their contract early, maybe she would have told him that the next day was the fifth anniversary of her father's death, and he would have definitely accompanied her.