"It has nothing to do with the Younger Uncle. He must have listened to someone's nonsense and ran over here to act crazy," she said.
Given the past, Yan Xiaye was naturally tight-lipped about Qin Yan, silently staring at Li Beicheng for a long while. She made up her mind and softly said, "Thank you for saving me. Could you please wait outside for a while? I need to speak with Li Beicheng alone."
No matter how Li Beicheng had learned about the secret from five years ago, the urgent priority was to immediately dispel his doubts.
Qin Yan nodded leisurely, walked to the door, and turned back with a smile, "Sure, but it's better not to let him go. If there's anything, just call my name. I'll be right outside."
"Thank you."
Once Qin Yan had left the room, Yan Xiaye approached Li Beicheng, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, and bent down to slap him across the face.