Faced with Song Guanchao's question, Zeng Li retorted, "You can't guess?"
Zeng Li's eyes seemed to be looking at a simpleton.
Feeling ashamed, Song Guanchao was somewhat overwhelmed by embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.
It was like a slacker asking a top student for advice, and the top student looking at the slacker with a caring gaze.
At this moment, Song Guanchao was the slacker.
No, Wu Qiangwei and Qu Xiangru were also slackers.
They hadn't guessed the answer either.
Thinking this way, Song Guanchao suddenly felt much better and more confident.
Song Guanchao coughed and remained calm: "Go ahead."
Zeng Li placed her thigh directly between his two legs, her knee pressing against him below, saying, "I can only help narrow down the direction; I can't guess the specifics, after all, you gave too little information."
"It's alright, just tell me."
"I don't want to say it here."
