Gu Rang hesitated, "If... let's say if, Shang Hexing could marry Zhizhi without hesitation, what then?"
Mu Yanzhou sighed and shook his head, "He might get past the Han Family, but what about those above? In the face of power, there's no such naivety. He is doomed to only stand high upon a pedestal."
Meanwhile, the elevator Wen Zhi was riding in stopped midway.
A man entered, muttering and cursing under his breath, "If you're sick, go to the hospital! Why take the elevator if you're sick? Already sick to the core, so unlucky!"
Wen Zhi furrowed her brows.
But it wasn't her business, so she just listened and let it be.
At that moment, the man picked up a call, immediately starting to complain, "Wait for me a moment, I'll come down right away. Eh, don't get me started, I just had the bad luck of running into a tuberculous ghost, leaning on a cane and constantly coughing, even coughing up blood. His face was as white as paper, I feel like he could croak at any second, hahaha..."
