Suppressing the indignation in his heart, Xie Feng turned his gaze to the financial backer at his side. The woman was lazily leaning against a boulder, looking down at her phone.
Xie Feng: "..."
Madam, what the hell is the time for this!
The sense of helplessness in his heart grew heavier, and he forced a smile, "Miss Gu, should we pack up and leave?"
Meanwhile.
On Gu Danyu's screen.
[Yuyu]: Your friend's last name is Qiao?
It seemed like the other party was busy, and it took several minutes to reply.
[Mr. Lu]: It's Xie. Ran into trouble?
[Yuyu]: A little.
....
The man didn't reply afterward, and Gu Danyu didn't care. She put her cellphone back into her pocket.
When she looked up, she met Xie Feng's resentful gaze.
Gu Danyu paused for a few seconds, blinking innocently.
"Miss Gu, what do we do now, should we leave?" Xie Feng whispered, trying to keep his voice low.
