Yin Huaixi smiled. "That way, I can feel more at ease."
Yu Youyao subconsciously asked, "Are you leaving?" After asking, she seemed to realize something and looked a little flustered. She subconsciously lowered her head and pursed her lips slightly. When she looked up again, other than her face still turning a little pale, she had already regained her composure. "That's true. You still need to manage the overall situation in the North. You've delayed things a lot in Quanzhou." She lowered her eyes and picked up her teacup. She lowered her head and took a sip to hide it. "When do you plan to leave?"
Yin Huaixi suddenly stood up.
Yu Youyao was used to seeing Yin Huaixi sitting in a wheelchair, looking graceful and noble and holding a chess piece in his hand. Only then did Yu Youyao truly realize that the person in front of her was slender and sharp, like a rugged mountain that was majestic and powerful.
