Seeing Chen Zhi remain silent for a long time, An Yichen's heart sank little by little.
He wouldn't blame Chen Zhi for not agreeing to his request, but he would go find Si Ye himself to explain things clearly.
If Si Ye wanted to punish his mother, he would let Si Ye come after him, and he would take on everything himself.
Chen Zhi understood An Yichen's thoughts. How could she possibly tell Si Ye that all this was his doing?
She simply couldn't bear to frame him, nor could she watch him be punished by Si Ye.
The last time Si Ye almost killed him had already terrified her.
Chen Zhi reached out and lightly touched An Yichen's hand, smiling faintly.
"Yichen, don't worry, I won't tell Si Ye anything. Actually, there's no need to. As long as neither of us speaks, Si Ye won't know anything."
An Yichen stared at her, his throat moved, and he was unable to utter a single word of thanks.
No matter how he thanked her, it would seem pale and weak.
