Both were filled with tumultuous thoughts, yet neither spoke a word.
Having finally arrived safely, Qinghe felt an immense sense of relief, as if she had survived a calamity. The drive was so thrilling, it made a plane ride seem tame.
Though somewhat resentful, deep down Qinghe was not the least bit scared or fearful. Perhaps she had not even noticed that, subconsciously, she trusted Weisheng Yueren.
Reluctant as she was, with the persistent tail following behind them, Qinghe was helpless. Her feelings towards him were already complex, and now she had little energy to deal with him, so she could only tacitly consent.
When Qinghe arrived, Liu Weiye was already sitting there with a sullen face, this time without his younger brother.
Zhao Wen was about to speak to Qinghe when he noticed the person behind her. His expression hardened for a moment before he quickly hid any emotion from his eyes, regaining the shrewdness of a businessman.
