Xia Wenxue walked out of the prison, still feeling a bit uneasy. After some inner struggle, she decided to make a phone call.
"Wenxue, what made you think of calling me?" A voice on the other end, old but full of vigor, answered.
"Grandpa, I need to ask a favor from you."
The voice laughed heartily on the other end: "Granddaughter, if you need something from me, there's no need to ask. As long as it's within my capability, I'll go all out to help you with it."
"Grandpa, I have a friend in Jiangnan City who's in trouble. He's been thrown into prison."
"Is that all? Don't worry, I'll call Zhao Yan tomorrow, and he'll take care of it."
"Thank you, Grandpa," Xia Wenxue expressed her gratitude.
A sigh came from the other end: "Wenxue, are you still unable to let it go?"
"No."
