"I'm not interested in your gratitude," said Li Yannan, his expression even colder than when he faced Jiang Tan, his voice cold as he continued, "It's very late, you should leave."
On the road, Jiang Tan was held in Zhou Yinghuai's arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, almost completely trapping her in his embrace.
Jiang Tan thought about the conversation she had with Li Yannan before leaving.
Jiang Tan wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened, but in the end, she couldn't and spoke with tension in her voice, "Zhou Yinghuai, is there some past grievance between your father and Li Yannan?"
The man's breathing clearly paused for a moment, but soon returned to a calm demeanor.
His long fingers brushed through Jiang Tan's hair, asking in a very light and indifferent tone that betrayed no emotions, "What's the matter? Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"Before I left today, Li Yannan told me he had a grievance with your father."
