In consideration of Yan Xiaye's bad mood, Li Yuntang indulged her little indulgence.
Yan Xiaye's spirits were low, and she smiled softly, her slender fingers holding a porcelain-white wine bottle, creating a pleasing aesthetic that elicited sympathy from others.
"Li Yuntang, I'm... so tired, so sad."
Mumbling her true feelings in a daze, Yan Xiaye leaned powerlessly on the man's shoulder, her voice weary and soft, "Father wants me to give him an answer soon, I really don't know what to do."
"Don't worry, if you don't want to face it, let me handle it for you, it's just the same."
Raising his hand to gently pat her delicate, wet shoulder, Li Yuntang suppressed the dark shadows flickering in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm your assistant now. If I can't fully utilize my abilities, wouldn't that be unworthy of the benefits you've provided me?"
"What benefits..."
Yan Xiaye blinked in confusion, her brain dulled by alcohol, unable to recall the agreement between them.
