"I maintain my position, if it's unrelated to me, Dan Hanjie, I won't acknowledge it. However, I would advise the Ito Family to know when to stop, as some matters simply won't stand up to scrutiny. Don't lose face all the way to America; you might not be able to salvage your dignity by then."
With a meaningful glance, Dan Hanjie's gaze shifted coldly to Chiyo Ito's belly.
Chiyo Ito shuddered and quickly stood up, grasping her skirt, "Chiyo has her own helplessness, I'll take my leave first."
"If you need it, you can ask for my help," Dan Hanjie suddenly opened his lips, his tall figure rising from the sofa, eyebrows raised as he looked at Chiyo Ito who was walking to the door.
Chiyo Ito paused in her steps, surprised, and looked back at him.
"You're willing to help me?"
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Dan Hanjie's mouth curled up, forming a dangerous arc.
It made Chiyo Ito's heart skip a beat.
Her eyes flickered evasively, "I don't understand what Mr. Jie is saying."
