Xu Le ultimately didn't give an answer.
After apologizing to Ye Fengsheng, he hurried back to his room, clearly discomforted by the earlier depression.
Ye Fengsheng and Xu Haishan smiled. They both read a message in each other's eyes. Only the Monk knew.
"Alas."
A notification sound for a text message buzzed erratically as Ye Fengsheng took out his phone to have a look. It turned out to be a letter from Song Nanfu. It was beheaded, with only the name of its head visible. After a moment's silence, he asked Xu Haishan, who sat opposite him.
"Xu Bo, who is Zhou Zheming this time?"
"Zhou Zheming?"
Xu Haishan was quite beautiful. After a long period of thought, he suddenly realized, "Seems like Zeng Rui's son Feng Sheng, do you want to know?"
"I don't know him, but he came to trouble me on his own accord, so I want to know when I offended him. But now I find I can't understand him under pressure."
