Thinking of that old man who was already over fifty years old but still had great vitality, Han Yichen's eyes flickered slightly as he slowly nodded. "Okay."
When Duan Yarong and Zhao Shunrong were about to leave in a reluctant manner, Zhao Youlin suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Yichen, the one-month deadline is almost up. When are you going to go see Yueyue?"
Upon hearing Zhao Youlin mention An Yue, the cold and hard expression on Han Yichen's face softened a little as he replied in a low voice, "Within these two days."
Zhao Youlin was a little stunned. She remembered that Han Yichen had said that he had something to do for the next two days, could it be that he was going to…
Zhao Youlin smiled at Han Yichen and said nothing more. She followed Duan Yarong and Zhao Shunrong back home.
As it turned out, Zhao Youlin's sixth sense had always been accurate.
