Su Han didn't speak again. He knew that Lin Meiyu was more than a decade older than him, though it didn't show on the surface.
He couldn't take her words too seriously. She would not escape the palm of his hand. With such a powerful and influential background, Su Han dared not harbor any thoughts about her.
"If anything comes up, remember to call me," Lin Meiyu said, looking at Su Han with a complex gaze.
She didn't say anything more, hugged Su Han nervously, and then turned and left.
Su Han could only smile wryly and nod. He didn't blame Lin Meiyu. To each their own position and politics—all people have different considerations based on where they stand.
By this point, if he still couldn't see through it, that would indeed be living in vain.
"Just like the Sword King, all that he did was because of his choices," he said.
Su Han took a deep breath, as if clearing the fog in his heart, and felt more relaxed.
