Fortunately, her identity as Black Rose was not exposed, otherwise it would have been Zhao Qiwen who came last night.

After a while, Zhao Yujin finally spoke, "Xiao Xingzhi, I need your help."

Xie Wei remained expressionless, but was interrupted by Zhao Yujin just as he was about to speak.

"I don't need to do anything. Just let me stay here to recuperate and help me get rid of these annoying bugs."

"I'll help you if you need anything next time, okay?"

He spoke in a cold, indifferent tone, offering words of discussion, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Xie Wei was taken aback by her gaze, then realized what she meant and nodded.

“There’s no need to make such a big promise about this,” Xie Wei said. “From the moment I rescued you, I was already entangled in this, wasn’t I?”

Xie Wei met Zhao Yujin's gaze.

The fruit platter was quickly devoured, so Xie Wei picked up the empty plate and went into the kitchen.

As Xie Wei approached the kitchen, he glanced at Zhao Yujin, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. He hadn't seen her smile much since he first met her.

If he hadn't become like this, he probably wouldn't have survived at the hands of his two uncles.

He couldn't judge whether this was right or wrong; he felt that Zhao Yujin was good as she was.

After thinking for a moment, she dialed Ye Yan's number. The two had exchanged phone numbers when they were at the guesthouse last time.

Otherwise, relying on email for every communication would be too much like being a caveman.

"Hello?" Ye Yan could be heard panting on the other end of the phone, as if he was busy doing something.

Hearing the panting on the other end, Xie Wei frowned, picked up the phone, glanced at the contact in the caller ID, and put it back to his ear after confirming that he hadn't dialed the wrong number.

"Sorry," Xie Wei said, feeling a little embarrassed. After saying that, he hung up the phone so as not to bother the other party.

Inside the National Security Bureau, Ye Yan looked at Xie Wei with a puzzled expression as he hung up the phone.

"Interested in sparring with this old codger?" Luo Chen's voice rang out from the side.

"Okay," Ye Yan wiped non-existent sweat from his face, put his phone on the table, and walked onto the competition field.

...

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Yujin looked at her feet and then glanced in the direction of the kitchen. A smile appeared on her previously aloof face, gradually spreading and even her eyes were filled with laughter.