“But… how am I supposed to save you?” Gu Manyin’s finger traced idle circles on the railing, but her voice was laced with concern. Meng Ke sniffled. “Manyin, you have to ask Mr. Fu for help. He’s so in love with you, he’ll agree to anything.” “Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” Gu Manyin agreed with a nod. “Thank you, Manyin. Thank you so much,” Meng Ke sobbed, overcome with gratitude. “Of course.