In that moment, countless words surged in her heart, but they ultimately condensed into one sentence, "Are you... doing well?"
"Pretty good, but I've run into some trouble now. After thinking it over, only you can help me."
"What kind of help?"
"Help me deliver a letter."
Chen Ming placed the letter he had prepared in front of her, and using voice transmission, told her who the recipient was, "This letter must be personally delivered to that person. Come back here in half a month and bring me that person's reply."
"Alright!" Zhao Xiyan solemnly nodded and carefully put the letter into her bosom.
Then she asked, "Is there anything else you want me to convey?"
Chen Ming knew she was referring to his family, shook his head, and said, "No need. It's better for their safety if they don't know my whereabouts."
Zhao Xiyan opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but swallowed her words back.
After a while, she stood up and said, "Then, I'll be on my way."
"Okay."
