"Mr. Lin." Outside the door, Feng Yuzhou's face was flushed red. In her hand were a bottle of red wine and two glasses. It seemed that she did not intend to stay for a short period.
"Come on in." As Declan had already promised to help Feng Yuzhou and that he couldn't find a suitable reason to reject her from entering the room, Declan could only brace himself as he sat across from Feng Yuzhou in the room, praying that the person on the bed wouldn't make a sound, or he would never be able to explain himself even if he had eight mouths to do so.
"Declan, I didn't want to bother you, but there isn’t anyone who could help me..." Settling down, Feng Yuzhou uttered with sorrow.
"Tell me, what can I do for you?" Declan asked as he looked straight into her eyes. She had given him a lift.
