"So, you're determined not to help me?" he said in a deep voice.
"No." Mu Yiliang suddenly smiled, "I will help you get the information."
Ye Moran's brows slightly furrowed.
"But, I need you to agree to one thing." Mu Yiliang continued.
"What?" he asked with a gentle smile.
"After I help you with this, please never appear in front of me again." Mu Yiliang curled her lips.
The man's smile slowly faded.
Then he reached out to hold her chin: "Your fear of seeing me means you still love me."
Mu Yiliang let out a cold snort: "Don't misunderstand. It's not that seeing you makes me lovesick, but every time I see you, I'm reminded of how foolish I was to have loved a man like you."
He looked at her intently, but his amber-colored eyes revealed no emotion.
After a long time, he softly said, "Fine, I promise you. I need the information by the end of the month."
Mu Yiliang's smile was full of mockery: "Don't worry, it won't affect your strategy for next year."
