Yan Zao was pondering over the meaning of Cheng Xingzhi's message when the door suddenly opened.
Wen Jing ran in, gasping for air, and called out to her, "Zaozao... Zaozao..."
Her eyes were wide, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak.
But the surprise and joy in her eyes were evident. Yan Zao stood up, puzzled, "What is it?"
"Cheng... Cheng... Cheng..." Wen Jing pointed to the door outside, struggling to get the words out. Yan Zao looked on impatiently, "Cheng what?"
Finally, Wen Jing regained her composure, "Cheng Xingzhi is here."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zao's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"
She looked towards the door.
The familiar figure of the man appeared at the door with his usual elegance. With her gaze fixed on him, she was stunned.
The man wore a black and gray vertical-striped shirt, black trousers, one hand tucked in his trouser pocket, the other holding a delicately wrapped small box. He cast a gentle smile towards the woman inside, who was astonished.
