Wen Yi's fingers deftly entered her own number, typing "Wen Yi" into the contact name field, then handed the phone back with a warm, soft smile, casually uttering a "thank you" as she got her Haagen-Dazs back.
Shen Yu stared at the saved number for a few seconds before putting his phone away.
Wen Yi carefully brushed a strand of hair blown onto her cheek behind her ear and then listened as the man above her casually asked, "How are things going with Mo Shichen?"
She paused, was about to say, nonchalantly, "so-so," when a deep voice sounded nearby, "Very well."
That voice...
Both of them looked up simultaneously.
There Mo Shichen stood, radiating an aloof presence, his gaze landing squarely on Shen Yu, seemingly indifferent yet edged with a slight smile. As they looked at him, he strode over.
Wen Yi was discreetly furrowing her brow, wondering if the man had installed a tracker on her, otherwise, she couldn't fathom how he managed to find her here—
