Ye Zhanxing seemed not to see the gun in Dan Hanjie's hand, turned around, walked to the bookshelf in the study, and pulled out a book.
"Click—"
Following a faint sound, the bookshelf's wall revealed a safe.
Ye Zhanxing, with his back to Dan Hanjie, entered the password and took out a document from inside.
"Heaven has already given me my retribution, and now I desire nothing else but to hope to spend quality time with Youxuan, to make up for the fatherly love she has missed."
"..."
Dan Hanjie stared at the document on the desk, and the hand holding the gun gradually lowered.
His seductive eyes flickered with complex light.
Pursing his lips tightly, he turned around and left with deliberate steps.
"Do you truly love Youxuan?"
Ye Zhanxing watched his retreating figure and suddenly called out.
"..."
Dan Hanjie paused in his steps, turned his head to give Ye Zhanxing a cold glance, but did not speak.
