Zhang Wei's grin widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, it's all part of the act, isn't it? A convincing husband wouldn't dare abandon his wife on their 'wedding' night."
"You!?" Mu Han could practically feel her brain cells giving up. "How are you so irri—Wait! Your name is Zhang Wei, right?" She asked, as if unlocking a sudden memory.
Zhang Wei nodded casually, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant air. "Yes, that dignified gentleman is me."
Mu Han was momentarily rendered speechless before finally muttering, "... It all makes sense now..."
"Excuse me, do you know me?" Zhang Wei couldn't resist bringing it up.
Mu Han's face turned bitter, a mix of annoyance and realization. "There wouldn't be a single person in the NSA who doesn't know you."
Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'She's from the NSA?'
