Zhuang Yi's expression softened, and he spoke gently, "Alright, go out now and tell Shen Jinci everything you know. Jie Ning, it's time for you to be sensible."
Zhuang Jie Ning gave a bitter smile. She no longer looked at Zhuang Yi; her face was numb as she slowly turned around and headed toward the direction of the main door....
Bian Yue had a troubled sleep at night; the temperature of this place was rather cold, and combined with the fatigue from the journey, she tossed and turned repeatedly, still finding it hard to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Li Sihe sat on the sofa holding a glass of red wine, reclining in silence, his back against the sofa.
In front of him was a computer, its glowing screen revealing a cold expression on his face.
The wine in his hand hadn't been touched for a long time as he quietly scrutinized the email in front of him.
It contained only a simple line of text— "Release Bian Yue."
Shen Jinci was quicker than he had expected.
