In the Japanese restaurant, Lin Ruixian looked at Gu Ningyue, whose expression had changed after returning from a phone call, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
Gu Ningyue nodded, then denied: "It's nothing, just ran into a lunatic."
Her son, who didn't know who he had provoked outside, was now hospitalized after being slashed, and insisted it was her doing.
If it were really her, Gu Heng would have long lost his life, how could he have called her for help?
She was not that incompetent.
"Oh, I see!" Lin Ruixian took a sip of tea at his side, smiled and asked, "What about your friend who came last time? How come you're alone this time?"
Gu Ningyue retorted: "Why? Interested in my friend?"
Lin Ruixian shook his head: "Not at all, just thought it's inconvenient for you to manage alone."
Gu Ningyue reached out and put a sushi in her mouth, "It's quite convenient, it'll be fine in a few days."
