Shen Jingqi sat on the sofa, his brows tightly knit, his gaze occasionally glancing out the window, as if searching for some kind of answer. Yang Haotian sat opposite him, holding an untouched cup of coffee, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Haotian, the reason I called you here this time is because of Cong Nanxue." Shen Jingqi finally broke the silence, his voice deep and powerful.
Hearing this, Yang Haotian was slightly stunned, then put down the coffee cup in his hand and leaned forward: "Cong Nanxue? What's happened to her?"
Shen Jingqi sighed and rubbed his temples: "I've noticed some abnormal behavior from her during the consultation. Also, senior sister Li Baiyu has been under a lot of pressure, which may also be related to Cong Nanxue."
"Is she involved too?" A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Haotian's eyes.
Shen Jingqi nodded: "Yes. Senior sister has been preoccupied lately, and I suspect that Cong Nanxue's appearance might be related to the stress she's facing."
