"Yin He, who are they? Why did they follow us here?" Tang Qingxue asked in surprise.
Yin He crossed his arms with a confident smile, "They're my people! I'm planning to give Yin Hun the Nineteenth a proper lesson tonight, or Tang Yan, either would be fine!"
Tang Qingxue put her hand on her forehead, took off her suit, and threw it to Yin He, "No need, tonight I do have a plan that requires your assistance, but it's not fighting. Honestly, I used to resent Yin Hun the Nineteenth. But thinking about how he truly lost his memory, it's not his fault. During his amnesia, I also wasn't there to care for him, I have my faults too. Now I just want one thing — if he regains his memory and still chooses Tang Yan, then I'll give up."
Indeed, seeing Yin He and Tang Yan together made her heart ache.
After much contemplation, she chose reason.
