Gu Yu gave her a look that was hard to describe. If Xu Huo really were that kind of person, why would she have brought it up? It was precisely because he wasn't—that he still had a sense of justice and right and wrong—that he was more likely to be drawn into things by others. Rather than end up in a dilemma, it was better not to get involved in the first place.
"I'll think it over," Xu Huo said with a nod.
The three of them moved on from the topic. Gu Yu had spent the past two days helping out in Ting City, and with things there more or less settled, she was heading to another city at a friend's request.
She left after they finished eating, while Yu Qingqing went with Xu Huo and the painted woman to his place.
Once they were inside, Yu Qingqing hesitated before saying, "Cousin, I think Tang Guangbo is a little strange."
Xu Huo raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Wasn't he always very close to Ms. Fang? He used to wait on her hand and foot, like the most devoted son. But I saw them together twice recently, and Ms. Fang looked unwell, kind of haggard."
"At first, I thought Tang Guangbo was cheating on her. Ms. Fang is remarrying in middle age. They haven't married yet, but Uncle Xu's second marriage has been so happy. It would be awful if she got cheated on at her age. So I followed Tang Guangbo for two days, planning to help her get even."
"I didn't catch him cheating, but I did find out that every night he locks himself in a small compartment in his office and writes and draws. Not on paper—he does it in the air. I couldn't