At night, Wang Bin was still sitting alone on the rooftop, deep in thought.

No one dared to disturb him, but it was getting late, and they were a bit worried about Wang Bin, not wanting him to shoulder everything by himself.

"Lady Miao, Wang listens to you the most. Why don't you try talking to him?"

"Alright, you don't need to worry. I'll go up and check on him."