"Wen Mian? Are you in there?"
ten minutes later, Zhao Moxuan quickly rushed to the hotel.
When Wen Mian opened the door, the two of them just stood at the doorway, facing each other.
During the eye contact, Zhao Moxuan even felt a bit awkward.
He had never thought that Wen Mian would stand around chatting with him like this.
Yet, to his surprise, Wen Mian had taken the initiative to invite him to the hotel today.
Was it for something important, or…
"Come in," she said.
Zhao Moxuan's thoughts had not settled when Wen Mian beckoned the man with a wave of her hand.
Following Wen Mian's lead, Zhao Moxuan entered with a heart full of unease.
His eyes darted around frantically until he was certain that Wen Mian was the only one in the room, and only then did he feel at ease.
"Just you?"
Zhao Moxuan sat down, his suspicious gaze lingering on Wen Mian.
Wen Mian, calm and composed, poured a cup of tea for both of them, creating an atmosphere conducive to a long conversation.
