He asked tentatively, "Teacher?"
Xie Xihe, who was about to say "old friend", said: "..."
He glanced at his hands, which were even whiter and more delicate than those in his previous life, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I guess so."
When she met Lin Jing'an in her previous life, he was already sixty years old, more than forty years older than her, so they could barely be considered close friends regardless of age.
The man is almost eighty years old now. It would be inappropriate for a girl under twenty to say that she is an old friend of his.
The key is that no one will believe it even if I tell them.
Just call her a teacher.
Wang Jieqing's face was full of "as expected", and his smile became even more eager. He said, "Then Miss Xie, do you know where Mr. Lin is now?"
Fearing the other party would misunderstand, he hurriedly and carefully explained, "I'm not trying to find out the old man's whereabouts. It's just that my father regards Mr. Lin as his lifelong idol. Now that he is bedridden, his greatest wish is to see the old man. So, if possible, I would like to ask Miss Xie to help convey this matter."
Xie Xihe suddenly realized: "No wonder you paid 80,000 for one of my characters. Are you buying this as a gift for your father?"
Wang Jieqing sighed, "Exactly."
Xie Xihe nodded in understanding and said, "I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know where he went. I'll remember to tell you next time I see him."
Wang Jieqing looked regretful, but it wasn't surprising, so he just sighed again and didn't insist any further.
Okay, I know everything I need to know, and it’s about time to go home.
Xie Xihe greeted Wang Jieqing and stood up from the sofa. When he was about to leave, he was stopped again.
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See you tomorrow~ Good night, babies~
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