After hearing Gong Chen's response, Li Huan gasped.
He crushed the wet towel in his hand, angrily saying, "If you just want a woman, you could find any willing partner! She..."
"She agreed," Gong Chen spoke indifferently.
Li Huan choked, recalling the matter of Liu He's hospitalization.
Without much thought, he knew how Lin Zhiyi had agreed.
"Are you crazy? It must be her?"
"It must be her."
"Gong Chen! Don't be like this! I know you're actually just worried that if you tell Lin Zhiyi the truth, she would seek mutual destruction with Old Mr. Gong, right?"
"..."
Gong Chen silently smoked, offering no response.
"Do you know..."
Li Huan almost blurted out Lin Zhiyi's condition.
But then he remembered his friend's warning,
"In cases like hers, unless she speaks out on her own accord, revealing it for her is like handing her a knife. What you need to do is give her breathing space, to let her make her own choices."
Space?
Choices?