Qiao Liang frowned, "But..."
Gan Yuan raised her face to look at him, "If you still consider me a friend, just promise me!"
The girl’s deep ink-black eyes met his; after a moment, Qiao Liang nodded gently.
"Fine, I promise you."
The roar of an engine grew nearer, and Qiao Liang turned his head, immediately catching sight of the red sports car racing towards them.
Quickly treating his wound, Gan Yuan squeezed out of the car and waved at Chu Xinqing.
Seeing her, a look of surprise flashed in Chu Xinqing’s eyes. She drove over and stopped, her peripheral vision catching Qiao Liang inside the car; she immediately jumped out and rushed over.
"Aliang? How are you?"
"Now’s not the time to cry. First, help him into the car!"
Gan Yuan grabbed Qiao Liang’s arm, about to help him out of the car, when the phone on the car seat rang.
Seeing the number on the screen, her eyebrows raised, she handed Qiao Liang to Chu Xinqing and walked aside to answer the phone with it in her hand.
On the line was a familiar male voice.
"You stay, I let them go. Deal?"
Gan Yuan glanced around, her fingers tightening around the phone.
Putting away the phone, she walked back to steady Qiao Liang’s car door.
"Remember what I’ve told you, be careful on the road, and before the plane takes off, give me a call."
Qiao Liang turned his face to look at her, their eyes meeting for a few seconds.
Gan Yuan took two steps back and spoke coldly.
"Consider it a plea, don’t trouble me any further!"
"What do you mean?" Chu Xinqing growled from the driver’s seat, unable to restrain her anger, "If it weren’t for you, would he be hurt?"
She didn’t know exactly how things had transpired, but she suspected that Gan Yuan was likely involved, and felt a mix of heartache and fury.
Qiao Liang clenched his teeth, "Xiaoqing, stop it!"
After closing the car door for him, Gan Yuan stepped aside.
Sulking, Chu Xinqing slammed the steering wheel, shot Gan Yuan a glare, pressed the accelerator, and the car sped off into the distance.
Gan Yuan raised her palm, looked at the fresh blood on her fingers, and sighed softly.
A black car drove up and stopped beside her; the rear passenger door opened, and Moses smiled at her from the back seat.
"These six years, you haven’t wasted a bit. I’m very relieved."
Gan Yuan didn’t speak, merely bending down to get into the car and sit beside him.
Noticing the blood on her fingers, Moses frowned, reached out to hold her hand, and she instinctively withdrew, then paused.
He took out a wet wipe and meticulously cleaned the blood from her fingers, his eyes catching sight of the knife cut on her sleeve, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"Who dared use a knife on her?!"
The driver and the assistant in the front passenger seat were as still as frozen cicadas.
Everything that had just happened was but a scenario arranged by Moses; he had previously instructed them not to use weapons on Gan Yuan, but in such a situation, his men—eager to protect their own lives—had ignored the rule.
Gan Yuan pulled back her hand, "I shot him back. It was fair."
"Indeed, my Little Gaia is still the same as before," said Moses with a light laugh, "So... when do we go home?"
Gan Yuan looked out the window at the passing street scene, "I still have some matters to settle."
"That’s true; we can’t just leave Xiaotang behind," Moses said as his gaze slid over the ring on her finger, raising his voice, "Arrange a plane. Tomorrow, I’ll take Gaia home."