Qin Youxue was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and placed the check on the table.
Mo Xiaoman glanced at it, her eyebrows furrowed sharply, "What do you mean by this?"
"I don't want your money." Qin Youxue lowered her head and said, "I just want to leave."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaoman slightly squinted, "Qin Youxue, what trick are you playing again?"
"I just want to leave." Qin Youxue raised her head and looked at Mo Xiaoman, "Can you help me leave?"
Mo Xiaoman stared at her intently, seemingly trying to discern her true intentions.
After a long while, she finally said lightly, "I can."
Qin Youxue sighed slightly in relief for a moment.
That's great.
Mo Xiaoman took out a plane ticket from her bag and handed it to Qin Youxue, "This is a plane ticket to America, twelve-thirty the day after tomorrow. Once you get to America, you can find any flight, go wherever you want. But you must promise never to return."
