Chen Feng genuinely sympathized with Fang Xiaoyue, but sympathy aside, he truly couldn't help with the issue at hand.
After thinking for a bit, he decided to be frank, "It's not that I don't want to help you; I honestly don't know any influential people. I think you shouldn't worry too much about this matter. That Wang Guowei should be reasonable, right? Yes, his son went out to meet with you, but he was hit by a car, and that really can't be blamed on you."
"It's not that I'm unnecessarily worrying," Fang Xiaoyue sighed, "His parents, especially his mother, are really upset with me—they hate me immensely. You don't know, she called me this noon, said some awful things, and even threatened me to watch my back. How can I not worry? Chen Feng, for the sake of our old classmate friendship, you must help me this time."
