Half an hour later, Song Guanchao came out of the room after his shower.
He took out his phone, glanced at it, and replied to Jiang Yiren: "I just finished chatting with the Mayor."
Jiang Yiren didn't reply, but just as Song Guanchao reached the door, a door in the nearby room opened.
Jiang Yiren came out, walked over quickly, and asked, "Are you going back today?"
"No." Song Guanchao thought for a moment and said, "You go back first. I have to stay to handle some things."
"Is it about that journalist?"
"Yes."
"I'll stay too."
"What are you staying for?"
"I... I can help you."
Her words didn't carry much confidence.
Song Guanchao instinctively wanted to say that she couldn't help at all, but he felt that would be too hurtful.
"This matter is quite dangerous."
"Are you concerned?"
"...Yes."
This girl just loves to dramatize things for herself, and he was used to it.
"But I don't want to go back, and there's nothing to do even if I go back."
