The woman's eyes were shimmering.
Her face was full of reluctance.
"Young Master Zhong." Ye Ying's voice was gentle, her tears almost falling.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhong Yi, who looked a bit pale, lightly spoke: "Plans can't keep up with changes, Lu Yingxue and I have called off the engagement. You don't need to stay in the Imperial Capital anymore, the money has been transferred to your card. You can go study abroad or do anything else."
The injuries on his body haven't healed, so he can only be less embarrassed sitting in the wheelchair.
"Young Master Zhong, I don't need that much money. You transferred an extra million, I'll send it back to you right away."
"No need."
Zhong Yi refused her and said, "You endured a lot of difficulty and torture from Lu Yingxue while acting with me in this play. The extra million is my compensation to you. Once I resolve the Zhong Family's matters, I'll clear your name. I'll clarify what happened to us that night..."
Clarify?
