Ji Wei gradually calmed down a lot under Gu Moqian's soothing.
"Can I talk to her alone?"
The middle-aged man spoke again, looking much kinder. He had been speaking to Ji Wei in Chinese from the start, but it was a bit stuttered and not very fluent, probably because he hadn't spoken it in a long, long time.
Ji Wei instinctively clenched the hem of Gu Moqian's T-shirt, like a somewhat bewildered child.
When Gu Moqian looked down at her, he saw the strong unease in her clear eyes, which stirred his desire to protect her.
His expression shifted slightly, and he raised his hand to gently pat her back again, his tone becoming a bit more gentle: "It's okay. Don't force yourself. If you don't want to stay here, we'll leave."
His meaning was clear: as long as she said she wanted to go, he would definitely take her away.
Even if the other party was an influential political figure in this country.
