"My people have already gone to pick him up; you should be able to see him tonight. I've returned Rong Mingyan and Lu Xiaofan to you, so when will you give me the antidote?"
Qiao Yiyang didn't answer him; instead, he looked at Lin Xinlan and said softly, "Xinlan, can I talk to you alone?"
"No!" Without thinking, Rong Shaoze immediately vetoed the idea.
Lin Xinlan stood up, soothingly patted Rong Shaoze's hand, and then smiled at Qiao Yiyang, "Sure."
Rong Shaoze looked at her deeply, understanding her intent; some things must be settled clear.
"Fine, you can talk alone, but it cannot be for more than an hour." He compromised, respecting her wishes.
The two sat alone on the sofa in the living room, but Qiao Yiyang fell silent and did not speak.
Lin Xinlan broke the silence, "What do you want to tell me?"
The man gazed at her and asked, "Xinlan, do you hate me?"
After speaking, he let out a self-deprecating laugh, "You must hate me."
