C1091

Song Zhi wanted to help.

Ye Zichen looked at Jing Rong in anticipation.

But aside from composing poems and writing plays, he had achieved nothing!

How can I help?

And he was so thin!

Of course, Jing Rong didn't say it out loud. He just said, "You might not be able to help."

"As long as I can help, I will."

"You'd better go back."

"I …"

Jing Rong stood up and went upstairs