"...Cough...Nangong Ying almost choked upon hearing Jiang Guangrong's words, and awkwardly coughed twice: "Haha, Brother Jiang, you don't like antiques, so you don't understand this feeling! Many climbers are like this, right? Many people have died because of their interest in climbing, yet other climbers still flock there?"
Jiang Guangrong nodded in understanding.
Nangong Ying comfortably placed Ann Zixuan's identity tag on Jiang Guangrong's bed: "Alright, Brother Jiang, it's still early, I'll head back first!"
"Hmm." Jiang Guangrong nodded, indeed needing time to digest these matters.
They extinguished the lights. Nangong Ying's people helped Miyamoto Zhengyi inside. Then the three of them left.
After Nangong Ying left, Miyamoto curiously asked, "Brother Jiang, what were you talking about?"
Qin Zheng and Ann Zixuan were also curious, looking at Jiang Guangrong.
