On the pitch-black dirt road, an off-road vehicle finally stopped in front of a village.
"Zhao Jiaqi is right there, why don't you call Zhu Defu now? That way, you can get his attention," Chen Jiayi suggested, pointing towards a two-story building in the distance, speaking indifferently to Lin Fan.
"I never thought about notifying Zhu Defu. I just felt that since you and she are best friends, and she is in trouble now, naturally she needs your help."
Lin Fan paused, taken aback, as he had never considered that from the beginning to the end.
"But if you hand her over to Zhu Defu, couldn't it smooth the way for your official career? Don't you feel tempted at all?"
Chen Jiayi looked at Lin Fan with a curious interest, but he shook his head seriously, "I admit, I've lived quite stifled these years, and I've wanted to be a top official to raise my spirits, but if it's by selling out a woman, then forget it—let's pretend we were never here."
