After finishing her words, Yin Yilan no longer lingered. Her expression bore a trace of resoluteness as she walked out with her chest thrust forward and her back straight, her posture graceful.
The room next door.
Old Su leisurely savored his tea. Upon seeing Yin Yilan enter, he asked her, "Yilan, have you made up your mind?"
Yin Yilan's face was slightly pale, exuding a weak beauty reminiscent of a frail beauty clutching her heart. Her earlier deep-seated hatred and twisted frenzy were nowhere to be seen. She gave a forlorn smile and said, "Big Brother Su, at this point, there's no turning back. Even for the sake of my two children, I cannot afford to be weak or retreat."
Old Su nodded, "Good. Xiaolan, go ahead."
Upon hearing this, Yin Yilan initially thought Old Su was addressing her as 'Xiaolan' and felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, thinking to herself:
How frivolous.
