This means Yan Xiaye's purpose for coming here has been achieved.
She lowered her eyes and gently exhaled a turbid breath, then gracefully turned around and left the mental hospital under the respectful send-off of the nurse.
Perhaps it was her nature, even though she was supposed to be cruel, seeing Yan Shuirou's mad appearance still added complexity to her emotions.
She smiled and stopped thinking about other things, greeting her waiting bodyguard: "Sorry, it took a bit longer."
"You don't have to be so polite, Miss."
The bodyguard's suit was slightly creased, looking like he had not been spared by the troublesome reporters. He answered respectfully, "Should I have the driver bring the car here, or would you like to take a walk around here?"
Even returning to the Mo Family, there would still be nothing to do.
Yan Xiaye thought for a moment, took out her phone to check a small plugin running smoothly in the background, and suddenly asked, "Is it almost Christmas?"
