Yan Yu was disappointed, but she also understood that little girl. She could only pin all her hopes on the male clerk.
The male clerk appeared to be around 20 years old, also very young and scared. His pale face was devoid of any color at this moment. But after all, he was a man, and he didn't cry.
Yan Yu looked at him, her hands discreetly reaching for paper and pen under the cover of her body on the table, carefully writing: "Don't be afraid, I will pounce on him."
They communicated carefully, taking quite a bit of time. The boy hesitated many times, but finally, trembling, he slowly nodded.
Yan Yu finally smiled, letting herself rest on the table for a moment, preparing for the final struggle.
In these last moments, the faces of her family floated through her mind.
Outsiders only saw the illustrious reputation of the Tang family, but they didn't know what the Tang family had sacrificed and contributed.
