Mu Xiangshan sighed and helped him up: “Sorrow and change.”
Guo Zicheng nodded when he stood up. He was wearing glasses and his face was calm, and he said softly, “Thank you, Uncle Mu.”
He glanced at Harper again, but he didn’t pay much attention, and quickly averted his gaze.
“Calling you at night, Uncle Mu, forgive me.”
“Needless to say this.” Mu Xiangshan waved his hand: “Who can think of these things? I’ll go to Jie Shi Shang Zhuxiang.”
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