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Rao Jie was taken aback and stammered, "What?"
The door opened, and Wu Rong casually turned on the light inside the room. The brightness was much stronger than that outside, illuminating his tall figure clearly.
"Did your ears get burned too? Did you forget what the nurse told you? Hurry up and go rest! Why are you just standing there?"
Rao Jie felt a warm surge in his chest, feeling a bit gloomy. "But... didn't you say I had to move out today?"
Wu Rong frowned. "You have no money, you're still sick, and it's late at night. It might rain at any moment. Where do you plan to go? Are you going to faint on the road?"
Rao Jie looked confused. "How do you know I have no money?"
Wu Rong paused, but Rao Jie continued talking to herself, "Oh, I... I still owe you for the medicine, so you figured it out."
Wu Rong didn't explain; he had mentioned it when Rao Jie was crying in his arms before. So he never brought up the idea of her going home again because he knew she couldn't go back.
"I'll give you five days."
"Ah?"
Wu Rong looked at Rao Jie and said, "Three days to recover your health, two days to think about your future. You need to move out in five days."
Rao Jie looked up at Wu Rong in surprise.
"What? You want to negotiate? Whether you're sick or broke, that's your own problem. You should solve it yourself. Considering you're a friend of Wu Xin, I'm only..."
"Thank you! Professor Wu!"
Before Wu Rong could finish his sentence, Rao Jie suddenly bowed at a ninety-degree angle towards him. The loud sound and respectful gesture left Wu Rong speechless.
When she lifted her head again, her eyes were red, but the smile on her face was one he had never seen since the first time they met—radiant like flowers blooming after a rainstorm.
Her sincere, pure, and grateful smile made Wu Rong momentarily confused; he began to doubt whether he had been too kind to her to deserve such gratitude. He didn’t think he had been particularly good to her, but due to various unexpected circumstances, his decisions had changed repeatedly, leading him to be more patient with Rao Jie than with any other stranger in similar situations.
However, after adjusting to it, it seemed that it wasn't unbearable. This was Wu Rong's last thought before closing the door.
But he didn't realize that the door to a new world was opening; once a person starts this cycle of retreating, changing boundaries, enduring, and adapting, it becomes impossible to stop.
"Hey." Ye Ming leaned back in his chair and kicked Wu Rong's desk with his foot. "Pay attention to me!"
Wu Rong was organizing reports on his desk. Hearing Ye Ming's incessant chatter, he became quite impatient. "Are you that bored? Aren't you the director?"
"If you answer my question, I won't bother you anymore. Just tell me, I'm dying of curiosity," Ye Ming insisted, pestering him about what happened with Rao Jie yesterday.
With no way to escape, Wu Rong finally replied, "It's simple. Wu Xin mentioned her budget was limited, so I started looking from the lower end and made a few calls. That way, I could find out who she had contacted and who she hadn't, which helped me determine the range of her budget. Then I filtered it down to get the answer."
Ye Ming was left speechless. The reasoning was straightforward, but no one could complete the entire process in just a few minutes.
"No wonder Old Shi wants you to be a consultant at the police station!" Ye Ming murmured. "But how did you know she would look on the bulletin board? What if she was searching online?"
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