Yan Beihan's face turned red, and she stomped her foot in annoyance: "I'm only asking you, did you betray me?"
Fang Che nodded helplessly, with an expression of endless conflict: "If you put it that way... I indeed also betrayed Mr. Yan."
Yan Beihan snorted: "So how will you compensate me?"
"Ah?"
"What do you mean 'ah'?" Yan Beihan puffed up: "How will you compensate me?"
Fang Che scratched his head: "Everything I have now was given by Mr. Yan. Truly, I have nothing valuable. How about Mr. Yan requests something, and I'll see if I can manage it."
Yan Beihan's eyes twinkled as she said: "What request could I make of you... Hmm... Yemo, here's the deal. Will you promise me one thing?"
"What thing?"
Yan Beihan paced two steps, lost in thought, then said: "What thing... I can't think of it right now. When I do, I'll tell you."
Yan Beihan said.
"Alright!"
