Qiao Xiguan's lips curved into a smile, "Since Big Brother Wei says so, I won't say more. Just one more word of rambling. If you ever need my help in the future, feel free to let me know. If it's within my power, I'll not hesitate to go through fire and water."
"Okay," Wei Yong seemed to greatly admire Qiao Xiguan's spirit and was resolute in his agreement.
With a smile, Qiao Xiguan saw Wei Yong off.
Today, Shanghai's sky was still overcast.
The reporters at the entrance of the Gu Family skyscraper had already dispersed in twos and threes.
Gazing at the gloomy sky, after having dealt with the more pressing matters, she couldn't relax even for a moment. It was unclear whether it was the resurgence of Qiao Xiguan's own past traumas that was getting to her, where this body could sensitively recall all the previous pain and make her feel as if she was experiencing it herself, or whether it was the memories of her previous life that were haunting her.
