Seeing Su Nanzhi discussing probability issues with himself, Jiang Beiyu also took another look at that light source.
"Fifty-fifty," Mr. Jiang's voice came from behind, "Although it's not a mathematical problem, intuition tells us that the more something gives people hope, the easier it is to push them into the abyss."
Su Nanzhi: "Then let's go."
"Just walk over like that?" Jiang Beiyu grabbed her, "Don't you want to observe a little longer?"
Su Nanzhi: "If it's a blessing, it's not a curse; if it's a curse, there's no avoiding it. Mr. Jiang, your enlightenment is lacking."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
It wasn't that his enlightenment was lacking.
He was afraid that Su Nanzhi would get hurt.
If he had known that they would encounter such an encounter tonight, he wouldn't have tricked the young lady into coming back with him.
It was his own doing.
Sigh.
