“…”
Han Chen: "Speak."
Zhou Mo: "Hurry up and find a solution. Don't let the public opinion ferment any further. Oh, isn't Liang Dongyan your cousin? Go find him. He's a lawyer. He must have a solution."
Han Chen: "You haven't answered my question yet."
Zhou Mo was speechless and yelled into the microphone: "You're sick."
Then hang up the phone.
Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, Han Chen called back.
Zhou Mo hesitated and didn't answer.
Perhaps Han Chen realized that he was just asking for trouble, so he hit a few times in a row and then stopped.
Zhou Mo curled up on the sofa, his head in a mess.
Han Chen's question echoed in her mind.
He asks her if she cares about him.
Zhou Mo thought about it over and over again.
Finally came to the answer - it should be concern.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have called him in such a hurry to help him find a solution.
But Zhou Mo thought again, even if they were just ordinary friends, she would do the same.
For example, Zhang Lanlan today, doesn’t she also want to save her from the fire and give her a hand?
Although it didn't help in the end.
Zhou Mo shook her head, stood up and went into the bathroom. She needed to wake up.
The next day.
The loud ringing of the cell phone rang out.
Zhou Mo reached out his hand from under the quilt and felt under the needle for a long time before he found the cell phone.
Put it in your ear, "Who is it?"
"I," Han Chen said.
Zhou Mo heard the voice and became furious. "Are you taking revenge on me? I woke you up last night, and you're disturbing me today?"
"No," Han Chen said, "I need your help with something."
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