"Miss Xiaye, how did you manage to do that?"
Yan Xiaye, utterly unaware that she owed much to her gender advantage, thought it was truly the merit of the duck cooked in rice wine, "Perhaps I'm just luckier, but let's not bother Uncle with the process. I'll ask him to definitely give it a try, and if that doesn't work, I'll think of other methods."
Yan Jiu hung up the phone, feeling a headache coming on as he faced the inscrutable gaze of the CEO of Li Corporation from behind the desk.
Beicheng himself did not want Yan Xiaye to know about his severe, lingering injuries, while Miss Xiaye did not want Beicheng to know she was seeking medical help for him from various places...
He was just a minor character caught between them, taking sides with difficulty and fearing that one day he might end up utterly destroyed.
