Han Zhen was looking at the document in his hand, while that woman just stood straight by the lounge chair, expressionless and silent, as quiet as a statue.
Fearing that they were discussing something important, Feng Yanyan stood in place for a while, but the woman showed no signs of leaving, and her phone in the small bag rang. She took it out to see a WeChat message from Yan Nansheng, "Girlfriend, if you don't come over soon, I'm going to come back and catch you."
This man...
Feng Yanyan, feeling helpless, braced herself and walked over.
"Azhen?"
Han Zhen's body paused, then he looked up at her.
The other woman also lifted her head, still expressionless.
Because the glasses were in the way, Feng Yanyan still couldn't see her face clearly but still smiled at her out of politeness, and then asked, "Azhen, are you busy?"
"Not at all, little Princess, do you need something?" Han Zhen's voice was gentle.
