Ou Qi wanted to say something, but Xing Jiuan spoke before she could.
"OK," she said.
"Jiuan." Ou Qi was a little unhappy.
Xing Jiuan patted her shoulder comfortingly.
Ou Qi stopped talking.
Mu Qing did not say anything else. If Xing Jiuan said yes, he would not say no.
Therefore, when the four of them came out and went back, it became five people.
Fortunately, there was a seat in the car. Otherwise, he probably would not have gotten what he wanted.
On the way, the old man rarely spoke.
He sat upright. His clothes were clean and tidy. Although he had washed them many times and they were a little old, they were still so clean that they seemed spotless. As he sat there, he looked like an otherworldly expert.
However, because of what he had said earlier, none of them had a good impression of him. Even Xing Jiuan, who was the only one who did not treat him coldly, only sat there in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking.