Song Yuzhe was massaging Hu Yaqin's shoulders when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Looking at the caller ID on his phone, Song Yuzhe's eyes lit up, and his spirits immediately lifted.
"Zhi Wei, what brought me to your mind? It's been some days since I've seen you..."
Upon answering the phone, Song Yuzhe's tone instantly became sycophantic and ingratiating.
"Don't even mention it; these past few days have nearly driven me mad with things not going my way," grumbled Ni Zhiwei from the other end of the phone.
"It's the same here, Zhi Wei. I haven't been having an easy time lately either," Song Yuzhe, equally frustrated, responded.
"Come out and have a drink with me. Ease the mood. I have something to ask you; we'll talk more when we meet."
"Okay, just send me the location, and I'll head over now."
After hanging up, a smile rippled across Song Yuzhe's face. Just then, an idea had sprung to mind, and he could use Ni Zhiwei's help to deal with Qin Han.
