Author: Feng Yue
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Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio
Bench Guy was silent. "If that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say. But if I wanted to harm you, why would I have advised you this morning?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. What he said did make sense, but it was still not enough to prove his innocence.
Charles, who had been watching for a while, moved over and asked softly, "Is this guy reliable?"
Ye Qingxuan looked up at Bench Guy's eye and shook his head. "To be honest, he's not very reliable."
"…Can you not say that in front of me?" Bench Guy said.
Bench Guy was filled with awkwardness, but Ye Qingxuan changed the topic immediately. "But at least he’s good at talking, especially with his chicken soup for the restless soul!"
"Is that a compliment?" Bench Guy's voice grew more troubled, but Charles came up and grasped his hand enthusiastically.
"Then we must be the same type of person! Nice to meet you! I’ve been here for so many years, but I didn’t know there was another graduate student who liked chicken soup l
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