Hua Zhao stared at the young woman in front of him. Of course she'd request something like that, so what was Hua Zhao supposed to do? He hadn't asked either of the Shens where they were exactly staying at or rather at what place they could currently be holding Xue. He scratched the back of his neck, "Well, I think we can make an arrangement but not like right now, you know?"
If he didn't know, maybe Dai Song Lan or Mou Gu—he remembered yesterday, had that been the reason why Chan Lee and her friend visited the diner last night? He decided to stay silent about that. If things didn't end up awkward last night, she may have been able to ask Mou Gu that.
But why didn't she ask him in the first place?
If she simply had approached him on Monday, he wouldn't know the answer as much as he did now, but he could have worked on it. She really didn't think of him as a person she could approach, did she?
Or rather, she didn't think of herself much.
