The words 'Wen Moshen' were stuck in Lin Nuan's throat and she pursed her lips, keeping quiet.
Silence gradually hung between the two before Lin Nuan heard the slight sound of Fu Huai'an's phone vibrating again, and she looked over. Noticing that the phone was in Fu Huai'an's pants, Lin Nuan looked away again with reddened ears.
Fu Huai'an still didn't pick up. He held the umbrella with one hand, using the other to take out a box of cigarettes and drew one out, lighting it up.
Just as Lin Nuan thought that their conversation was going to end in silence, she heard the man say, "Since you're very grateful to not get married to me, how do you want to thank me?"
Lin Nuan was slightly stunned.
She probably didn't think that Fu Huai'an would ask her such a question on how to show her appreciation. From a normal person's understanding, it would all end with being grateful. Who would ask how to thank them?
