Bo Jinghang nodded slightly. "It's not convenient for me to step in on this. I'll have to trouble you."
"I'm willing to help you, so you don't need to thank me."
Gu Jin'er picked up her wine glass, lightly clinked it with his, and went on, calm and well-reasoned: "If you don't mind, Senior, then for the sake of us being classmates, maybe I should go visit Huang Qian? After all, seeing is believing, and it'll make it easier for me to explain things to everyone in the group."
Bo Jinghang thought for a moment. "You can, but not in the next few days."
"I understand." Gu Jin'er smiled faintly, a hint of triumphant amusement hidden in her eyes. "Of course, the time we meet will be up to you, Senior."
...
At the same time.
In the car outside the villa, Wuzi shifted through all kinds of positions as he dozed off, and after a long while suddenly slammed his head into the windshield.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
