She spoke these words with utter sincerity, earnestness that nearly had no flaw, so earnest that even she almost believed it herself.
A light chuckle escaped as Tang Xinrou, who had been standing by the window for quite a while, finally moved her feet, walked over, and seated herself on the couch opposite, saying calmly, "If I leave this place, I lose my freedom, don't I?"
"Of course not!" Zhan Se chuckled softly, "Mrs. Quan, you're worrying too much."
Before Tang Xinrou could speak again, Zhan Se suddenly stood up and gave Dong Feng a signal with her eyes.
"Dong Feng, there's no time to delay, let's take Mrs. Quan home now! The air here is terrible!"
"I'm not going with you..." Tang Xinrou slowly leaned against the back of the sofa, gracefully brushed the hair at her temple with her arm, not even lifting her eyelids.
Her attitude made it clear she would not cooperate.
And Zhan Se hadn't expected her to cooperate.
Or rather, what she wanted was not Tang Xinrou's cooperation.
