Ye Caitang blinked her big, bright eyes and looked at Qin Ruohan's grim handsome face innocently. She quickly typed with her small hand:
"I haven't decided yet."
Qin Ruohan glanced coldly and distantly at Ye Caitang, and ordered in a cold and domineering voice,
"You must tell me the answer by 8 a.m. tomorrow."
With that, Qin Ruohan brought Qin Tian upstairs to deal with urgent business.
After taking a shower, Ye Caitang—who was very uneasy the whole time—walked towards the study with a torn expression.
Qin Ruohan would definitely be in danger tomorrow.
She had thought about it—saving her mother was imminent. If she waited until she was fully fledged before saving her mother, her mother would suffer so much more in the hands of Ye Nancheng.
She had just walked to the door of the study and was about to knock when she realized that the door was not fully closed. She heard a conversation that surprised her.