Chu Zhiyi fell silent for a moment, the shock in her eyes gradually fading.
Suddenly, she asked Yan Jingting beside her, "If we really give him the money, does that make us accomplices?"
She had nothing herself, alone in the world, and even if she fought Chu Heng to the death, there wouldn't be many people who would grieve for her.
But it was different for Yan Jingting; with such a huge enterprise as CE, he also had many elders.
Once Chu Heng's misdeeds were exposed, if Yan Jingting got involved, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Chu Zhiyi didn't want to drag him down with her.
Yan Jingting, ever so astute, knew what she was worried about as soon as he heard her words.
Maneuvering his wheelchair to her side, Yan Jingting looked at her intently, his deep black eyes reflecting her image, causing Chu Zhiyi to feel somewhat uneasy. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yan Jingting smiled, "Are you worried about me?"
Chu Zhiyi: "I'm not!"