"...Alright."
Li Beicheng's face was displeased, forcing out a cold smile: "Get out, Yan Xiaye."
The purpose of tonight's visit was smoothly achieved, so Yan Xiaye was in a good mood and didn't intend to engage in a war of words with him.
She turned and left the gloomy villa without looking back, preferring to wait alone outside on the street rather than staying here for even a minute longer.
The white door of the room opened and shut, leaving only Yan Shuirou and Li Beicheng in the bedroom.
After a long silence, Yan Shuirou softly walked over to Li Beicheng, kneeling gracefully before him, resting her cheek on his knee, and said with undisguised pain, "Beicheng, are you really not planning to save me?"
Earlier, she heard the deal Li Beicheng offered to Yan Xiaye and thought he prioritized the Li Corporation Group.
Compared to the Li Corporation, she was well aware of her insignificant worth.
