Yan Ye came looking for Lian Xinying, so he never expected Su Rong to help with anything.
"As long as you don't help Ji Fan, you're already helping me." He paused, the corners of his lips curling upward. "But even if you help Ji Fan, I would have nothing to say."
Su Rong's calm expression wavered slightly after Yan Ye finished speaking.
Yan Ye is truly astute.
It felt as though he could see through everything.
However, no matter how much he knew, without evidence, he couldn't do anything.
Moreover, this matter was different from anything that had happened before.
No one had died, no one had been hurt—there was simply an extra life in the world.
Other than burning with anger in his heart, Yan Ye could do nothing else.
Yan Ye didn't stay there long before leaving.
Back home, he tugged at the collar of his shirt.
For no reason at all, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, as if someone were strangling him.
Not long after he sat down, he received a call from the Hawk.
