Their fingers interlocked, gripping Zheng Haoyu's hand tightly, "I trust you."
Warmth surged through Zheng Haoyu's heart. For so many years, he has longed for her to speak to him softly and sweetly, longed for her to hold his hand. And this time, finally, his wishes have come true.
"And what about Pakse and Auntie Hong?" Su Nian asked, blinking playfully.
After a moment of reticence, Zheng Haoyu finally answered, "They were taken away by the Thai police."
He did not want to tell Su Nian what he did to Pakse and Auntie Hong. He wanted to keep her world pure. He could take on the dirty work, as long as she was safe and sound.
"Oh." Su Nian obediently nodded her head, understanding that her man was once again trying to protect her with his machismo, she simply let him be.
Despite everything, she didn't hate Pakse or Auntie Hong. For her, hatred was a form of emotion, and why waste emotions on people like them?
