Han Zhifan stared at the newspaper for a moment before his gaze fell upon Cheng Weiwan's face. "Wanwan, if you really want to leave..."
Han Zhifan stopped for a moment.
He made up his mind already, but when it came time to say it, he still found it difficult to say it aloud.
He pursed his lips and gulped for a while before he forced himself to finish speaking the main point. "...then leave."
A hint of confusion came across Cheng Weiwan's eyes as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Han Zhifan's fingers upon the newspaper couldn't help but tense up. He knew she didn't dare believe him, so he tried to explain what he just said in more detail. "You can leave whenever you want. No one will stop you. As for our previous deal, just forget it. Forget about the number of nights you owe me or whatever. Before you leave, tell the housekeeper to help you pack and call the driver."
