"So... don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll go find Qiu Tu, agree to his terms, and then get you out."
Upon hearing Yanyan's words, a strange image of a scale appeared in Ai Li's mind.
On the two ends of the scale, the left held the Chief Inspector and Councilmember of Xinjie City, and the right held Yanyan.
In just a moment, the scale tipped toward the left.
After all, compared to the powerful Chief and Councilmember, beauty really is insignificant.
Sacrificing Yanyan to keep a councilmember and chief's position—most officials know how to decide.
But... thinking again about Yanyan's years-long friendship with her, about Yanyan speaking up for her just days ago, and about today, Yanyan willing to give herself to Qiu Tu...
Ai Li's heart suddenly settled.
She reached out, grabbed Yanyan's hand, and said seriously, "Yanyan, I know you mean well. But... don't worry."
"This whole mess is my own making. I absolutely won't sacrifice you just for my own future!"
