Actually, even if Daoist Sister is unwilling to tell the truth, it doesn't matter. Shi Qianxi can pinpoint which hospital and department he's in, so he can do the same.
The comforting thing is, although Daoist Sister secretly made new friends, she hasn't become too rebellious, so there's no need for such extreme measures.
A vibrant ribbon meanders grandly, traversing the bustling Great East Sea. The river glistens like golden silk in the sunlight, shimmering and complementing the rows upon rows of skyscrapers along the shore.
When Jiang Chen followed the location sent to his phone and took the sightseeing elevator to the entrance of an upscale fitness club by the Pujiang River, he couldn't help but start to question whether he had underestimated Daoist Sister's level of evolution.
Could this be a ploy of The Art of War by Sun Tzu to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
Would Huang Mao choose a place like this for a date?
Could it be a fitness-related friend from the internet?
