After asking this question, Qinghe seemed to regret it. He patted the balcony railing with his hands, and smiled like a kid of his age. "Just kidding, just asking."
After saying that, he turned around and leaned against the railing, tilting his head, "You can actually leave now. You were brought back by my father, and he is dead now. You don't have an employer anymore, and any contracts or agreements between you are now invalid." His phoenix eyes were slightly raised, as if he would never be sad at any time, "Don't worry, I won't stop you."
Xie Tianfa's legs moved slightly, as if he wanted to move forward, but then stopped.
His silence reminded Jack Wei of Yun Yongzhou.
Qinghe smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head and sighed, "I forgot that you can't understand what I'm saying." His voice lowered, "Why should I talk to myself here?" He walked into the room by himself, fell headfirst onto the cold bed, and the posture of his fall was very similar to that of his father who was shot to death.
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