"Lu Yiyu."
That's the first time she called him by his full name.
Jiang Ruan turned her head, her gaze indifferent: "He is very important to me."
That slow pace sentence, left a deep mark on Lu Yiyu's heart.
He took a deep breath, "Forget it, you consider it carefully, so many years have passed, your existence is like a thorn in their hearts, they are surely looking for you."
After all, a "work" of her caliber, if not utilized for their advantage, naturally becomes the biggest hidden risk.
If it becomes a risk, there's only one outcome.
Jiang Ruan laughed carelessly, "You brought me to Beijing, isn't it because you wanted to investigate TBI through me? Either way, the result is the same."
He had been working on this matter for many years now.
Unfortunately, there was no practical progress.
Lu Yiyu, gritting his teeth on a cigarette: "It's not the same, I wanted to take advantage of you, but I didn't mean to hurt you."
