"You can say that," Mo Zhu replied indifferently.
Gao Qing nodded in understanding. "In that case, I have a favor to ask of you."
After saying this, he gently reached out and pointed at the small wooden box on the bedside table not far away. "Ms. Mo, can you help me bring this box back to Brother Guo? I'm already halfway into the grave. I'm afraid I won't be able to see Brother Guo for the last time. Ms. Mo, please pass this to him and tell Brother Guo that this box was left behind by Xiao Lan after he left."
When she heard the two words 'Xiao Lan', Mo Zhu raised her eyebrows in surprise.
She had some impression of the name Xiao Lan. She had often heard Old Guo mention her name.
