Ya Ling did what she was asked to do, of course.
There were some things she simply couldn't intervene in, especially love troubles, so she just let nature take its course and left them to it.
Xiao Qimo had finally waited for Ye Jinwen to come back. Seeing him dispirited, Xiao Qimo rarely spoke up to comfort him, "Maybe she's not the one you're looking for."
Ye Jinwen shook his head.
"Anyway, we should still find out the truth."
Ye Jinwen tempered his emotions with his eyes downcast, and after a moment, he looked up at Xiao Qimo with pleading, starry eyes, "Qimo, let's go check the surveillance footage, please use your clout to access it."
This was the Wucheng Grand Theater, featuring a performance by the national symphony orchestra, where surveillance wasn't easily accessible. Ye Jinwen felt his own influence might not be enough, so he asked Xiao Qimo for help.
"No," the man declined the request decisively.
