He paused slightly, but his hand firmly embraced Chu Wuyang.
"She's not the key; the key is whether she can deliver something of value."
"Therefore, Chuyao still has a chance."
After listening to Jing Min's words, Chu Wuyang let out a soft breath.
"That's good……"
She spoke softly, her eyelashes drooping, her expression relaxing.
Finally, I'm not so tense anymore.
Jingmin realized that she brought up Zhou Heng because Chuyao could finally relax.
His gaze fell on her face, and his tone softened.
He didn't press her about what she had experienced in the past two days, nor did he mention those photos that seemed both real and fake.
He didn't care—
Not at all!
At least, Zhou Heng's death didn't stir any waves in her eyes.
That's enough.
But the next second, Chu Wuyang suddenly asked,
"...Yang Jinchu, how is he? Is he injured?"
Jing Min's expression froze, and his tone became perfunctory.
He's fine.
Chu Wuyang wanted to ask more questions,
"But how did he end up there? Perfect timing, if it weren't for him, Zhou Heng would definitely have dragged me down."
Jing Min smiled nonchalantly, casually pulling her closer to him, his tone indifferent.
"I don't know,"
He lowered his head and said gently.
"Don't think about it anymore, you're too tired. Take a nap, and when you wake up, we'll go home."
Chu Wuyang didn't ask any more questions and obediently closed her eyes.
But they didn't see the stiffness that was hidden under the corner of his mouth.
A brief wave of dizziness struck him; his ears rang, and his vision went black.
Jingmin subconsciously raised his hand to press his temple, his breathing becoming rapid.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again...
That moment of calm had already been soaked by jealousy.
He looked out the cabin window, his gaze suddenly turning cold and hard—
The image of the two embracing lingered in his mind.
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