Xia Mo did not make a peep. She did not consider herself particularly close to Leng Junsheng, but at the thought of Li Jiyao’s non-disclosures, in comparison, she preferred the simplicity and candor of Leng Junsheng and his company.
“Won’t it hold up your work?” asked Xia Mo, observing Leng Junsheng.
“That’s fine, when it comes to my work, I have the final say,” replied Leng Junshen, with valor. Leng Ling, who sat on the opposite end, blinked her eyes, in contemplation to herself: if father heard that, what kind of expression would he have?
The lot sat here and discussed the matter, in the end deciding on making a move to S City in the afternoon, with Li Jiyao coming along, while Leng Ling and Song Jianan went back to school. On route to S City, Li Jiyao got in touch with someone from S City, who confirmed they found out where Mrs Xia was staying.
“Thank you,” said Xia Mo, who was grateful for the help Li Jiyao was offering.
“We’re class mates,” replied Li Jiyao, who had a hunch that since Xia Mo realized his father was the Deputy Mayor, she had grown a lot more distant.