"Ziqian, thank you," Ling Yuanhang said very earnestly.
"Heh, what are you thanking me for?" Chen Ziqian laughed, only he knew it was a bitter laugh.
"Thank you for saving Xinxin!" Ling Yuanhang's words were incredibly sincere, "You know how important Xinxin is to me, as if she were my own life. If she had been shot today, I can't even imagine what would have happened afterward. So, Ziqian, please accept my thanks, with all the sincerity I can muster."
Chen Ziqian smiled, feeling nothing but bitterness in his heart. He hadn't saved Suxin for the thanks of another man.
"Is just a 'thank you' enough?"
"If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word. I won't turn you down!" This was a man's promise.
"Heh, Susu really wasn't wrong about you."
With just that, Chen Ziqian understood that there was almost no space left for him in Suxin and Ling Yuanhang's world.
