Watching Wu Buwei escort someone to the front row, Du Heng casually found a seat and sat down, letting out a comfortable sigh.
Just as Du Heng was about to find something to drink, Zhuo Mingde, wearing a large red safflower, approached. He gently patted Du Heng's shoulder and then led him to the side.
"Xiao Heng, did something happen?"
"Hmm, a little accident occurred."
Du Heng then explained what had happened to Zhuo Mingde, leaving him utterly stunned.
"Phew! Thank goodness you were the one called this time. Otherwise, today's happy occasion would have turned into..."
"You make it sound like I shouldn't have. Don't be so formal, Elder Martial Uncle."
Zhuo Mingde laughed with satisfaction, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said, "Alright, then I won't be formal. By the way, about Zhuo Yue's situation, do you have any solutions?"
As expected.
Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't beyond his expectations, this matter wouldn't be too troublesome.
