Lin Xuan spread his hands and asked in return, "Tell me, what reason do I have to save someone who is destined to cause trouble for my friend?"
Ren Yingying stood frozen in place, her hands and feet turning cold.
No matter how carefully she calculated, she had never expected Lin Xuan to have such a connection with Dongfang Bubai.
That was right. They were friends—why would he help her deal with his own friend?
It seemed this request was destined to end in disappointment.
A profound sense of helplessness welled up in Ren Yingying's heart. Her eyes reddened as she fought back her tears.
With a bitter smile, she bowed to Lin Xuan once more, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Since that is the case, Yingying has been presumptuous. I did not know of Young Master Lin's friendship with Cult Leader Dongfang, and I have caused offense. I hope Young Master Lin can forgive me. Yingying shall take her leave..."
With that, she turned and started toward the door.
Her slender figure from behind carried an indescribable air of desolation and loneliness.
"Don't be in such a hurry."
Just as her hand was about to touch the door, Lin Xuan's lazy voice rang out again.
"I never said I wouldn't save your father."
Ren Yingying halted abruptly.
She spun around, and a spark of hope rekindled in her eyes, which had already dimmed.
"Ah?"
She stared at Lin Xuan in confusion, unable to make sense of it. "Young Master Lin, you... didn't you just say that you and Cult Leader Dongfang are friends? If you are friends, why would you help me save my father?"
Lin Xuan rose to his feet and walked over to her. Looking down at her exquisitely beautiful face, he chuckled softly.
"Dongfang Bubai and I