This problem had no answer.
But Han Yingying knew she wanted to protect Shen Mosheng, to safeguard their love.
She still owed Mosheng forever.
Starting up, she reintegrated into the dark of the night, moving slowly as the cold wind poured down her collar and stung her skin.
Walking home slowly under the stimulus of the cold wind, Han Yingying had just reached the living room when she heard Shen's mother's anxious voice.
"What's going on? Mosheng, how could you have been arrested? I heard today that your company's about to collapse, is that true?"
"Mom, it's nothing, just a small issue, it will be resolved soon, you don't need to worry about anything."
"How can I not worry? How can such a big issue come up in the company and you tell us nothing?"
"I can handle it, don't fuss over it."
The previously silent Shen's father suddenly spoke up, his tone definite, "Is it because of Yingying?"
Outside the door, Han Yingying's heart trembled, and her frozen hands clenched tight.
