"Uh..." Lance touched his nose, glancing at Gu Zhiwei.
Gu Zhiwei was also looking at him.
Lance immediately straightened his back and said generously, "Alright, then focus on the treatment. It's mainly the treatment; everything else doesn't matter."
Gu Zhiwei lightly smiled, the mist in her almond eyes hadn't dissipated. This smile was truly enchanting, making Lance's heart flutter as he looked at her foolishly.
After the consultation, Gu Zhiwei invited Zhu Xie and Bai Youyuan for a grand meal. By the time they finished dinner, it was already twilight.
Weibao held onto Gu Zhiwei with one hand and Lance with the other, jumping up and down excitedly.
The evening breeze blew, cool and refreshing.
The city gradually lit up with lights, bustling yet warm.
"Can you rest assured now?" Lance asked gently.
"Yes." Gu Zhiwei nodded, "After so many years, I finally heard someone say that Anan could survive."
"How did you meet him?" Lance asked.
