This statement didn't sound false.
The premise was to not pair it with that tangled expression from earlier.
Cui Hao sneered coldly, indifferently staring at the woman in front of him.
"..."
Ye Wenxuan evaded his gaze.
She indeed wanted to survive.
And didn't feel she had any emotional ties left with those people from the Nanyang Sect.
The reason she didn't speak out
was simply because her instinct was telling her that if she offended Shen Yi, her fate could only be even more miserable, and even her position as an official might not save her.
This was an unquestionable intuition.
But she had always followed her intuition, and not only had it stood her in good stead, but it had also kept her from perishing until now.
"Whatever."
Cui Hao withdrew his gaze and walked back inside, casually taking out a jade slip to contact an elder.
Moments later, as if having received a reply, he strode out and nonchalantly tossed the storage bag onto the table.
