Wen Jin exhaled a cloud of smoke, enveloping himself in a haze. However, through the smoke, his intense gaze was fixed on Yu Anwan.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" He asked, taking the initiative.
"Yes," Yu Anwan replied with a furrowed brow.
Wen Jin's hand, holding a cigarette, tightened slightly, but he maintained a calm demeanor as he continued to gaze at Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan's response seemed to ease the tension in the room for a moment.
But in the next instant, when Yu Anwan spoke, Wen Jin's expression darkened.
It appeared that relying on Yu Anwan to do anything reliable was a futile hope.
"We have already had sex. Can you help me find Xiaobao now?" Yu Anwan's tone was urgent as she locked eyes with Wen Jin.
Her wide, misty eyes conveyed that if Wen Jin didn't agree, she might burst into tears at any moment.
