"Mr. He?" Ji Ziyin narrowed her eyes slightly and called him again upon seeing that he was in a daze.
She looked impatient as she tapped her finger lightly on the table.
After all, their places in the Independent Continent and in the illegal district had gotten into trouble one after another. She had lost two arms this time and had also suffered heavy losses. She didn't know how she would explain this to her family when she returned.
She was already in a terrible fix, and there was a pile of mess waiting for her to clean up.
Ji Ziyin naturally could not muster much patience. "Have you thought about it?"
He Congming looked at her. He couldn't say anything, but he didn't dare to offend her. He could only take a deep breath and nod stiffly. "I understand. Miss Ji, I'll think of a way to talk to Qiao Nian."
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Ji Ziyin flew back in the evening.
