"Cough, cough, Bao Gucheng, thanks."
Gu Yuzhi couldn’t let it go, but out of courtesy, he had to say thank you.
Bao Gucheng was driving the car and replied lightly, "If you’re thanking soone, thank Miss Zuzi."
?? Just as a string of question marks popped up in everyone’s minds.
Bao Gucheng continued at his own pace, "As long as she’s happy."
As long as she’s happy, gathering Qingcheng High School’s students scattered across the country overnight to testify for Wu Qianman is not a difficult task.
As long as she’s happy, she can combine the the of Gu Qiusha’s third comic and Xi Langyue’s dirt to clear it up, a bit of brainstorming will do.
Doing these things silently for her, if it wasn’t for these people making a fuss, he wouldn’t even ntion it, okay.
Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman exchanged a glance of mutual understanding and joy.
Xi Langyue pursed his lips, putting aside his brotherly worry, past vigilance, and hostility towards Bao Gucheng.
Gu Qiusha was filled with emotion and blurted out, "Mr. Bo, you and Zuzi have such a deep teacher-student bond! I’m really relieved with you by Zuzi’s side!"
Only Gu Yuzhi was mixed with emotions: "..." You’re all too naive.
The car left the court, away from the horde of reporters, and finally, the troubles that had been plaguing everyone these days were left behind.
As the mood was relaxed, a phone rang inside Gu Yuzhi’s pocket.
His first thought was, could the sender of the nuisance ssages have called directly to threaten him for not replying?
Not wanting to worry Gu Qiusha, his heart tightened as he quickly hung up the phone.
A couple of seconds later.
Bao Gucheng, sitting in the driver’s seat, had his phone ring in his pants pocket too.
The ringtone seed particularly sharp and piercing in the closed space.
Everyone who had just been laughing fell silent.
Bao Gucheng maintained an air of calm while driving, his lips moved slightly: "Help get my phone."
This was naturally said to Xi Zuzi.
The little ancestor thought for a mont, "The one in your pants pocket?"
"Mm." Bao Gucheng remained expressionless, hands on the wheel.
Xi Zuzi’s snow-soft hand gently moved over, reaching into the pocket near her.
She searched but couldn’t find it.
Hmm.
Needed to go a bit deeper.
The snow-soft hand reached straight in, finally grasping his phone.
He often used his watch to talk to her, but outsiders used the phone to contact him, though usually, no outsiders knew his number, so the phone often remained silent in his pants pocket.
Xi Zuzi grabbed the phone and pulled it out.
Passing over a speed bump ahead, the car jolted.
Her hand shook inside his pocket, and naturally, she held tighter.
Hiss.
Bao Gucheng drew in a cold breath, his back tense, his gaze towards the road ahead showing a slight ripple and... restraint.
"Xiao Chenger, here you go." She finally drew out the phone and handed it to him.
"Mm." The man’s voice was slightly hoarse.
"Why is there sweat on your forehead? Should I wipe it off for you, Xiao Chenger?"
"Cough, alright."
Xi Zuzi’s gentle hand brushed over his forehead, a cooling sensation soothed his heart, Bao Gucheng took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming clear again: "Help answer."
Their interaction as if no one else was around made Gu Yuzhi in the back seat unable to resist reminding, "Mr. Bo, you have hands and feet, no need to trouble Zuzi with all your affairs, right?"
Hmph, don’t think I didn’t see it just now, the big bad wolf driving the car could secretly hold Zuzi’s little hand.
Holding hands for a cheap thrill can be done, but freeing a hand to answer the phone can’t be?
Bao Gucheng, you stinking man, you’re just being pretentious!
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