Pressured by the man's gaze, Fu Youran felt unable to meet his eyes. The hand that hung by her side clenched into a fist, her fingernails digging into her flesh without feeling the pain, "No, my grandfather and I didn't make any kind of deal."
Li Yeqi watched her flickering gaze, saying indifferently, "That's good. Regarding the undercover operation, I will ask my superiors again, striving to free you from this misery as soon as possible so you can lead an ordinary life."
"No, I want to advance and retreat with you," Fu Youran said loudly.
Li Yeqi's expression gradually softened, "Youran, now that you're back, spend some quality time with your second uncle and aunt. They've been worrying about you all these years. Don't make them sad."
Having said that, he turned and got into his car.
Fu Youran stood in the parking lot, watching the taillights of the black Bentley flash once at the gate before disappearing from sight. She slowly crouched down, cradling her head in her hands.
