"It's nothing, just asking casually."
Qin Yan cunningly shifted the topic, finally getting back to business, "It seems Yan Shuirou is planning to drive you to death, though I do have some evidence that could expose her true nature. But this matter and Ya'er's incident are after all different issues. To avoid having our wedding in the prison, shouldn't we talk about how best to use this evidence?"
"You mean... threaten Yan Shuirou to make her give up on calling the police?" Yan Xiaye thought about the man's line of reasoning and firmly pursed her lips, "No."
"Huh? Why not?" Qin Yan played with the half cigarette left between his fingers, interestedly watching the smoke create a sense of illusion, "This is the simplest method, enough to keep Yan Shuirou's mouth shut. Besides, you don't have any feelings for Li Beicheng anymore, why not just pack up and marry me, and let Yan Shuirou spend her days with Li Beicheng?"