"I saw your brother, the presidential candidate, had his qualification revoked on the news. I was worried, so I came back to check on you," she said.
As she spoke, she clung to his arm, depending on him. "Didn't you say you had a solution? You told me not to worry, but how did it come to this? If you refuse, you could end up in prison for three years."
Lowering his head, Ye Junqing gazed deeply at her troubled expression, finding it charming. "What, afraid I'll go to jail?"
"No."
She had a way to pick up the pieces for him.
However, she needed almost a month. No matter how much she cried now, it was impossible to cry out a regret pill to reverse the current dire situation. She was inevitably frustrated.
Ye Junqing, not satisfied with her reply, raised her chin with one finger, studying her calm face. "Not scared? Why? Do you have confidence in me or do you not care whether I go to jail?"
"I have confidence in myself."
