Outside the iron gate of the Yuns' residence, the light was dim, and a figure stood.
That figure lingered, not leaving.
It seemed to be waiting for Shen Bijun to look back.
Wen Yuyi lowered her head, glancing at the photograph in her hand again.
It was a snapshot from the financial channel, captured at the airport. Even though the news report had been deleted later, someone with intent had downloaded and saved the photograph.
The man in the photo was handsome and charming, exuding a magnetic allure.
But the figure standing outside seemed somewhat forlorn.
Wen Yuyi couldn't help but chuckle.
How could she think that the blurry male silhouette outside bore a slight resemblance to the one in the photo?
The outdoor lighting was too dim for her to see the man's face clearly.
But even if the stature was similar, how could that man compare to Chu Yanshen?
