"That's all?" Zhao Youlin was a little surprised. She had thought since Han Yichen had asked her in such a solemn manner to bring a message, the content of the message must be very mind-blowing, but she did not expect that…
"Yes, as for the rest…" Han Yichen's dark black eyes flickered slightly as he said firmly, "I'll tell her myself when I get back."
Zhao Youlin froze up for a while before she seemed to realize something. She gasped.
An Yue and Han Yichen…They... No wonder during that day when she first met Han Yichen, the atmosphere between them was...
"Ahem, ahem..." Zhao Youlin coughed lightly, suppressing the jubilation she secretly felt. She said hypocritically, "President Han, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't pass that message to An Yue for you."
