"I can't think of anyone else to turn to..."
Gu Nanqiao knew she shouldn't have made this trip, as she had made her stance clear earlier—she had no relation with the people of the Quan Family.
But Huo Jingting was now in danger, and she had no other options.
Nothing was more important than his safety, not even the pride and dignity she had once clung to so fiercely.
She knew that Quan Ye was a genius in the field of weapon mechanics, and perhaps, he really might have a way.
Quan Ye shifted to the side, his peach blossom eyes smiling as they glanced at her, "Then why are you so sure that I will help?"
"I'm not certain..." Gu Nanqiao shook her head, actually unsure of whether he would help, but unwilling to let go of this opportunity.
Where there was hope, it was worth a try.
Quan Ye straightened up, setting his wine glass on the table, his hands clasped together, "Xiaoqiao, whether you acknowledge it or not, there is indeed a blood relation between us."