Pei Qinghan looked at the spiraling fragrant tea in the cup, his eyes misty and confused, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qing is sly, not someone you can easily deal with. Last night, you were too reckless."
Yun Ya's brows furrowed, and he clenched his fists tightly: "I was careless."
Pei Qinghan looked at her fair and jade-like face and sighed: "You have done well enough already."
Yun Ya raised her eyes to meet his: "But I still have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find out so quickly."
"How many times have I told you, there's no need to thank me, but if it puts your mind at ease, then I don't mind."
Yun Ya pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze.
"About the cornea issue, thank you. I know if it weren't for you, I might have had to wait longer."
"You have helped me so much, it's just a small effort on my part. You don't need to keep it on your mind."
