Fu Yun reigned in her thoughts, bit her lip, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I need a favor from you."
This was the first time she had asked someone for help, and it was from a person who made her feel very uncomfortable. It was a difficult sentence for her to utter.
Qiao Yun narrowed her eyes, hinting at a deeper meaning, "A favor? What favor?"
"I want you to be a mediator."
Though Fu Yun spoke of asking for help, the condescending tone in her voice was still impossible to ignore.
Qiao Yun questioned, "Why should I help you?"
Fu Yun said matter-of-factly, "Since you have a good relationship with Jiujiu and are friends, you would want him to be happy, right?"
Qiao Yun nodded without hesitation, not denying it.
No one wished for Pei Yao's happiness more than she did.
She was a friend, a mentor, and a collaborator.
