Song Guanchao sat in the car, found Zhou Qian's number, and dialed it.
"Are you busy?"
"Not busy!"
Zhou Qian hadn't contacted him for a long time. It wasn't because she was busy, but because Song Guanchao was too busy.
"I have a favor to ask you."
"Do you need me to come to Jiangzhou?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll come over right now."
Zhou Qian didn't hesitate, as if everything revolved around Song Guanchao.
"Don't drive, take the high-speed train. Let me know when you arrive, and I'll come pick you up."
"Okay."
He hung up the phone, letting out a soft sigh.
Sometimes he felt like he was a bastard.
Only contacting others when he needed something and not reaching out otherwise.
But this was something he couldn't help.
His goals were clear: to climb higher step by step, not to get sidetracked by romance.
So it was destined that others would have to accommodate him, not the other way around.
Half an hour later, he returned to the City Government and found Wu Qiangwei.
