Chen Yao didn't cry for long before she grabbed Zhou Fan's clothes and wiped away her tears.
'Ever since her parents passed away, Chen Shilei had been the last person she could rely on. But she never imagined that he was the one who had murdered them. How could she not be breaking down?'
'And Chen Feng—her uncle's son, with whom she'd never gotten along—was the one who had been secretly protecting her all these years!'
"This stays between you and me. If a third person finds out I cried today, I will not let you off!" Chen Yao put on a fierce act, her small hand gripping Zhou Fan's collar as she threatened him without a hint of actual menace.
"Nope. Not unless you give me something in return!" Zhou Fan shook his head, his expression making it clear that was out of the question.
