"Ladies and gentlemen, the flight to W is about to depart. Please, if you have not yet boarded, hurry to the gate..."
The sweet voice of the announcer echoed through the airport, causing many to tear up and many more to suffer heartbreak.
Ye Haofan stood up, glancing indifferently at Han Yingying, "Let's go!"
Han Yingying stood silently; Shen Mosheng had told her to wait!
"You lost, be gracious in defeat." Ye Haofan reminded coldly, his mood worsening to the extreme.
With a pout, Han Yingying murmured softly, "It's not like I was the one who agreed to the bet."
Ye Haofan, that man, was truly despicable—using her son and daughter to force her into agreeing to the wager:
If Shen Mosheng arrived in time, they would get another chance.
If Shen Mosheng did not make it, she had to obediently go with him to W country, without any tricks, or else Shen Weici and Shen Weilan would suffer.
Her son and daughter were Han Yingying's weaknesses; she had no choice but to compromise.
