Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 677 includes you, of course!

On the other side, Ge Shaoting lay there all night after everyone had left.

Sleepless all night.

Fortunately, he was able to endure it and didn't toss and turn in bed. Yang Zheng slept well with him in the same room as always.

But when he opened his eyes early in the morning, he was met with a pair of eyes that were bloodshot and had two dark circles under them.

He was startled and sat up abruptly, almost bumping his head into Ge Shaoting. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Standing silently at someone's bedside with a ghostly appearance is absolutely terrifying.

Ge Shaoting turned around and sat down on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed. His clear voice was a little hoarse. "You're sleeping soundly, but my mother's remains are still in this room. Don't you care?"

"Nonsense! I had to go to the hospital twice last night just because of your family's mess. You've already exhausted me, and you're still not satisfied with getting a good night's sleep?"

Yang Zheng glared at the back of his head, yawning as he got up, his mouth still shut, "As for the remains, do you think I wouldn't have known in the first place?"

He had slept among piles of corpses and walked through stumps and broken arms; it was just a pile of bones, nothing to make him freak out of it.

Ge Shaoting was surprised that he already knew. He glanced back at him in surprise and then turned away again, his voice muffled with a hint of awkwardness, "Thank you for not minding."

Yang Zheng got out of bed, put on his shoes, glanced at him without saying anything, took his toiletries, and went out.

Ge Shaoting watched the door open and close, and his slightly furrowed brows relaxed a little as he sat still. Sure enough, people's auras attract each other. Yang Zheng, like Chu Xin and Zhou Yichen, was a cold-faced but soft-hearted person.

After a long while, he muttered to himself, "That's great. It's just a pity that they all live on the mainland. If I had such a group of like-minded friends in Hong Kong, it wouldn't be impossible for me to become the Governor of Hong Kong."

When Yang Zheng returned and entered the door, he heard the words about becoming the Governor of Hong Kong. He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the haggard man, and mocked him, "You really have quite the ambition. Wait until you can leave peacefully before you start dreaming!"

Even though she was clearly upset about breaking ties with the Gu family, she could still find joy in her misery and think of wonderful things. She's a capable person.

Looking up, Ge Shaoting chuckled self-deprecatingly, "You're right."

"Without Gu Beizhan's interference, and the police dropping the charges against me, you won't have to keep an eye on me for long. Thank you for your help these past few days, my friend."

Yang Zheng glanced at him but ultimately didn't refute him. Friends are friends, after all. He also felt sorry for him, so he didn't want to discourage him.

"Put yourself away, you look like a ghost."

"Outside... Old Master Gu is here again. I heard from the staff that he came before dawn to wait. If you're going to break things off, then make it clear."

Ge Shaoting paused for a moment, then murmured softly, "I thought he would hate me."

After all, Gu Beizhan is his son.

Yang Zheng pretended not to hear, tidied himself up, and walked out. "You can rest now that you're done talking. I have something to do outside. Don't wander off, or I don't want to clean up your mess again!"

These words made it sound like he was an immature child. Even after the door was closed, Ge Shaoting still stared at the spot where Yang Zheng had just been with a strange look.

He was taken advantage of just now, wasn't he?

Summer days dawn early, and the scorching sun already shows its heat by eight or nine o'clock. Old Master Gu sat quietly in the lobby of the guesthouse, the ceiling fan above his head slowly turning and sending out a cool breeze.

The sound of footsteps approached from afar. The receptionist, who was reading a book with her head down, looked up when she heard the noise. Seeing that it was Ge Shaoting, she quickly pointed to where Grandpa Gu was and then lowered her head to continue reading.

Ge Shaoting nodded his thanks and walked over slowly. He stood in front of Old Master Gu without saying a word, but his face was very serious, as if he was about to face some major situation.

"Sigh, let's sit down and talk!"

Finally, the elders couldn't bear it any longer. Old Master Gu opened his eyes and looked at him, "Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything. Don't look like you're always trying to run away."

There was a hint of provocation in his words, which Ge Shaoting noticed. "I'm not a child anymore, you don't have to be like this. Just say what you want to say."

A smile immediately filled Old Master Gu's eyes, all because of that "you" (formal).

This shows that although the grandson spoke coldly, he still cared about his grandfather in his heart.

Ah, I'm content with this.

Ge Shaoting was unaware that the words he unconsciously uttered out of politeness would make the old man think so much. Seeing that he insisted, he didn't want to keep arguing, so he nodded and sat down.

"What are you trying to say? I think my attitude yesterday was already very clear: the Gu family... has nothing to do with me."

That includes you, of course!