Weilan hung up the phone and said to Lu Hechen, "Zhuang Yuezhou's condition isn't very good, I'll go take a look."
"You don't need to go." Lu Hechen said, "I'll ask your brother to go."
As he spoke, Lu Hechen took out his cell phone, about to call Qiao Jingchen.
"My brother?" Weilan caught Lu Hechen's hand in surprise and said, "Is it appropriate for my brother to go?"
"There's no one more suitable than your brother." Lu Hechen said with utter seriousness.
Weilan hesitated, then trusted Lu Hechen's arrangement.
Lu Hechen called Qiao Jingchen. "Zhuang Yuezhou is drunk now, singing opera. At this time, it would be more appropriate for you to take a look, do you want to go?"
Upon answering the phone, Qiao Jingchen's gaze darkened and he said, "You're calling me because you want me to go, right?"
"Yes, but if you refuse, I think I can understand that." Lu Hechen said.
Qiao Jingchen said, "I'll go take a look."
"Good." Lu Hechen's lips curved into a smile, very relieved.