The Young Madam of the Zhan Family is not powerless. The betrothal gift given to her back then is enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.
"If you really think the Young Madam of the Zhan Family has no money, Chu Shuang wouldn't be eyeing the position of Young Madam. Whatever you want, just name your price."
Lin Wanyun tried her best to keep her voice calm. At this moment, she could only take a gamble.
Although she was praying for someone to save her, she knew it was an impossible task.
Lin Wanyun held her breath, waiting for his voice. She waited for a long, long time but only heard a muffled grunt.
All the hair on Lin Wanyun's body stood up as she listened warily to the approaching footsteps.
The sack was suddenly removed, and in Lin Wanyun's astonished gaze, Jiang Yu pulled her into his arms.
"Sorry, I'm late."
She could hear the relief in his words, as well as the lingering fear.
