In the brief silence that filled the room, suddenly a woman's voice carried over.
"Hello, excuse me, is the tea room over there?" Ye Wanwan approached, carrying an empty cup in her hand, and pointed down the hallway as she asked the colleague closest to her.
Ye Wanwan had just eaten quite a bit of fruit and felt thirsty. Even after finishing a glass of water, she still felt parched, so she carried her cup out to refill it.
"Sorry for disturbing your work," Ye Wanwan said awkwardly. After all, even asking for directions to water seemed a trivial thing to bother someone with.
The female colleague she approached nodded and then shook her head urgently, "No, not at all! Mrs. Shen, the tea room is right over there, at the end of the hallway, that's it."
This colleague's calling her "Mrs. Shen" resounded in Fang Xian's ears and rapidly blossomed in her heart.
Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Shen...
Was she Shen Yi's wife?
A strange emotion surged up within Fang Xian in an instant.
