Jiang Wanyin hesitates. He knows very little about horseshoes, and he hates not knowing shit. But Lan Wangji is here, and though Jiang Wanyin prefers not to think about that asshole at all if he can help it, the idea of it maybe getting back to him that Jiang Wanyin was helpful to people here will no doubt stick in his craw like so much shitty Gusu Lan food. "Fine."