In the Province, Changhe Machinery Factory, Zhou Hengyang was in a meeting with a client when he suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He frowned tightly, and a deep thought and worry appeared in his eyes.
"Hengyang? What's wrong with you?" Liu Chun was shocked.
About three seconds later, the sudden palpitation disappeared. Zhou Hengyang waved his hand. "I'm fine." The palpitation just now seemed to be an illusion.
Zhou Hengyang stared at his palm. The palpitation from before seemed to have lingered in his palm through skin contact. It didn't hurt, but the feeling was unforgettable. It was as if someone was chanting his name crazily.
Apart from that person who had taken up residence in the depths of his heart at some point, he couldn't think of anyone else who could affect him like this.
He thought, "Was it Wenwen? It must be Wenwen!"
