"Do I look like I'm not okay?" Weilan asked Song Di.
Song Di replied, "It's precisely because you still seem calm and alright that I'm worried. Actually, Weilan, Hechen—"
"Song Di, let's not mention him, okay?" Weilan said indifferently, "I don't want to talk about him, because I have something to ask of you."
Song Di was stunned.
"Something to ask of me? People usually come to me for lawsuits, to ask for my help."
"I'm not filing a lawsuit," Weilan said, "I just need you to help me with something."
"Weilan, that's fine." Song Di nodded seriously, seeming to sense something, he said to Weilan, "As a friend, I'll help you with whatever I can. Just that, Hechen is my good friend, he just—"
Weilan interrupted him again, saying sternly, "Song Di, I know you want to know about Ding Lan. Let's find a place for a late-night snack, and I'll tell you everything I know."
"...." Song Di was stunned again.
Weilan glanced at him and walked out.
Song Di followed behind.
