Tingshan Villa.
Jiang Gujun finished his call with Old Fan and smiled, "Mr. Su, are the results out yet?"
Bai Su didn't speak.
He looked at the notebook in his hands, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lightly tapped the keyboard twice, and then slid the touchpad.
Jiang Gujun leaned over, peered at the screen, and upon seeing the high-traffic post, rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue, "Last night, I thought that girl came to molest you; turns out she molested Mr. Rong instead."
Saturday night, after returning, Bai Su had Old Fan monitor the Black Music Hall and did nothing until the situation reached its peak; only then did he have Old Fan release the evidence.
This foresight and patience to strategize was something Jiang Gujun found himself lacking in comparison.
Bai Su ignored him, read the school's decision, then leaned down to grab the cigarette and lighter from the coffee table.
