Ideals are plump, reality harsh!
In the end, Yan Ling chose to endure.
She had to endure. She hadn't found a boyfriend yet, she couldn't have a fallout with him just yet.
"King, there's no deep-seated hatred between us. Why can't you let me be?"
To break the tension, Yan Ling tried to smile.
She had no choice, she was at a disadvantage.
Between her pride and her life, she cherished her life more.
She hadn't seen Qi Yunjue anywhere, she didn't want to lose her life in the hands of this psychotic person.
King didn't respond to her question, instead, coughed lightly to clear his throat and looked at her.
Yan Ling understood instantly, serving tea and drinks, acting respectful for the grand plan, bear with it!
However, she couldn't help but scold such a jerk in her mind.
She might not verbalize it, but utilizing the power of her mind for satisfaction wasn't harming, was it?
"Have some water." Yan Ling presented a tea cup to King.