Over the years, the two of them had relied on each other and developed a deep friendship. Xu Xiaoya trusted Yan Xixi in all things, often deferring to her judgment. She'd grown so used to having Yan Xixi around; how could her heart be at ease knowing Yan Xixi was leaving for such a long time?
But she was afraid of making Yan Xixi's departure unsettled, so she couldn't overly express this emotion.
In the middle of their casual conversation, someone abruptly stormed in, "Yan Xixi..."
Yan Xixi was taken aback.
Huang Xiaojue's aunt bolted in, drenched in sweat and panting, "Yan Xixi, I beg you, please let my son go. Please help us, if not for me, then for Huang Xiaojue. Yang Wei is, after all, his cousin..."
