Horse racing can be rigged, and jockeys can be bribed...
Of course, there are many formal horse races, but some races are so rigged that whoever the organizers want to win will win.
"You must never touch these things again."
Seeing that Kōyū's gaze remained fixed on the newspaper on the bedside table, Ai glanced at the contents and then spoke up to remind him.
Hearing Ai's voice, Kōyū snapped out of his reverie and glanced at her.
"I also want to buy a bag," Ai said casually, looking at Kousuke.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in that kind of thing," Guangyou replied with a smile.
"Mm." Ai nodded.
While the two were talking, Hattori Heiji had just finished talking with Kusukawa.
"Mr. Kusunoki, we'll be leaving now." Seeing that Mr. Kusunoki was recovering quite well, Hattori Heiji prepared to leave.
They came here to visit the injured.
There was an age gap between the two, and they didn't have many things in common. The only thing they had in common was this case.
We can't exactly let him talk to Mr. Nanchuan about where he went for fun these past few days, can we?
They're not that familiar with each other yet.
His knowledge of Mr. Nanchuan was limited to his past as a subordinate of Kazuha's father.
"Alright, take care. I won't see you off in this state." Nan Chuan gestured to the bandages on his body.
He said to them, "You can come find me when you have time in the future. I'll treat you to a meal as a way of expressing my gratitude."
“We’ll go when we have time.” Hattori Heiji stood up and greeted him. “Then we’ll be going. Mr. Kusunoki, please get some rest.”
"Okay." Nan Chuan lay on the hospital bed, watching the group walk out the door, and repeated, "Give my regards to Minister Toyama."
"I will talk to my father." Kazuha, who was walking at the back, repeated what she had just said when she heard this.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, Mr. Nanchuan. Please get some rest."
"good."
After another round of polite exchanges, He Ye closed the door to the ward.
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