Jing Yan lowered his eyes and did not say anything. He seemed to be in deep thought.
Originally, he thought that the identity of siblings would be a hindrance, but he did not expect it to be so useful.
He put on a straight face and nodded, pretending to be deep. "From this point of view, I should indeed help you. What do you want me to do?"
He Miao heaved a sigh of relief. If it was not for the fact that she could not handle this matter herself, she would never have asked Jing Yan for help.
She was now being pushed to the forefront of the storm, and if she acted rashly, she would only become a laughingstock, which would also lead to a war for Xu Meng.
There were some things that she could not say, but it did not mean that others could not say it.
Also, the most suitable candidate was Jing Yan.
