"Jiayin."
Sang Hong finally made up her mind and pushed open the room door.
At this time, Shen Jiayin, who had already packed her suitcase, was in the position of holding a tote bag with one hand.
Sang Hong saw her like this and knew in her heart that she definitely had her own thoughts, frowning, she walked up to her, pressed her shoulders: "As long as you say one word, you don't want to go, I will definitely try everything to keep you here."
Shen Jiayin shook her head, her head shaking both slowly and heavily: "Sister Sang, it's not necessary."
"Is it because you're afraid of bothering me? It's no bother! They're scoundrels, I'm not afraid of them!"
"No, it's not." Saying this, Shen Jiayin still very carefully eyed the man sitting outside called King Yama from the corner of her eye.
"You don't have to say it's not, I know you're very afraid of him." Sang Hong noticed this look in her eyes and said.
Shen Jiayin quickly lowered her head: "I, I'm not."
