Lian Xinying did not experience any emotional fluctuation because of that last statement.
"Ji Fan, thank you for helping me." Lian Xinying felt somewhat grateful in her heart.
He had deceived her, but it was not with the aim of hurting her and her father, so the life-saving favor could offset that hatred.
The rest was what Lian Xinying owed him.
Such as the cost of the surgery.
"If you can't marry me, don't talk to me about this," Ji Fan's response made Lian Xinying hang her head.
She felt very inferior now.
Since she had scars on her face, even though she would use a mask to cover them, she would unconsciously hang her head.
"Yingying, don't feel inferior. Everything is temporary," Ji Fan's hand gently patted her shoulder.
Lian Xinying turned around and responded softly.
On the eve of the Spring Festival, after several months of searching and stakeouts, Yan Ye's subordinate finally had news about Lian Xinying.
