Facing Qin Yueshi's earnest persuasion, Jing Zhengwu opened his mouth, as if he was about to agree.
But in the end, he just showed a bitter smile and sighed: "You're all the same, you don't understand my father, you don't understand 'Blackthorn' at all..."
Qin Yueshi froze, then dejectedly said: "Have you still decided to leave?"
"Yes, and if I don't leave now, it'll be too late." Jing Zhengwu pushed Qin Yueshi away, tucked the hair hanging beside her face behind her ear, and said: "When I heard the news this morning that my brother obtained a permanent seat, I was bound to leave. Leaving now is already late. If you keep entangling with me, it'll only get me killed."
Qin Yueshi shook her head: "With your personality, if you heard the news in the morning, you should have left in the morning. Why haven't you left yet when it's already noon?"
"Moving supplies takes time..."
