"Help... me?" Du Yu froze for a moment. "Is this 'help' you're talking about the kind of help I think it is?"
"You're a very strange man." Zhan Qisheng frowned. "Does the meaning of help need explaining?"
"You're the strange one!" Du Yu pointed at Zhan Qisheng. "What reason do you have to help me?"
"A reason?" Zhan Qisheng stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "Our personalities are very different. I was thinking that perhaps, if I acted the way you do, I could understand what Yingning's smile meant..."
Du Yu looked at Zhan Qisheng in disbelief. It turned out he was a decent person, at least better than Du Yu had imagined. Perhaps... they really could become friends?
"Just don't use this chance to steal Yingning away," Du Yu said.
"Ridiculous. Yingning has a mind of her own. She's not an object." Zhan Qisheng frowned. "What kind of person do you take me for?"
"My mistake. I measured a petty man's heart with a gentleman's yardstick," Du Yu said.
"There's no need to go that far..." Zhan Qisheng was about to offer a polite response when something suddenly struck him as wrong. "Didn't you get that saying backward?"
"Doesn't matter. Zhan Qisheng, I'll cut the nonsense. There's something I really need your help with right now," Du Yu said.
"What?"
"Before we talk about it, could you dispel your spell? I want to let the Legend Management Bureau know I'm safe first. They must be worried sick by now."
"Well... it's best not to let Dong Qianqiu see me," Zhan Qisheng said awkwardly. "I'm afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble."
"Don't worry. My Voice Transmitter this time isn't Qianqiu. This one's only been working there for a hundred years, so she probably doesn't know you at all.