What the hell was this? It was all Jiang Jingwei and Xie Lingxi's fault—one had dropped the ball at a critical moment, and the other spoke without thinking. Zhang Yuanqing left the bathroom with his phone in hand, fuming.
He kicked off his boots, sat cross-legged on the bed, and stared at his phone in a dilemma.
Whether he went to see Guan Ya or Little Round, neither would likely be a quick visit.
If he saw Little Round first, Guan Ya would definitely get jealous and lose her cool. Hunting enemies while acting out of spite was extremely dangerous.
If he ditched Little Round to see Guan Ya first, Little Round would understand that Yuanshi's silence was a rejection. She would completely cut off this ambiguous relationship, and from then on, they would just be friends—nothing more.
Come to think of it, that wasn't necessarily a bad opportunity. He could put an end to those thoughts, devote himself wholeheartedly to Sister Guan Ya, and welcome a wonderful life and future.
No, Mentor said Little Round is sensitive and delicate inside. If this damages her state of mind, tonight's battle will be very dangerous. Right, I'm thinking of the bigger picture. Zhang Yuanqing's heart stirred, and he sent Little Round and Guan Ya the same message at once:
"Using the bathroom. Wait a moment."
Then he quickly tapped Ling Jun's profile picture and sent a plea for help:
"Mentor, are you there? I need advice on something extremely thorny."
He couldn't handle this kind of romantic predicament with his own shallow experience. Professional matters had to be left to professionals.
Ling Jun replied quickly. "I've got something going on here. Tell me what's wrong quickly—keep it brief."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately typed out a message describing his current situation and hit