Wen Zhi said softly, "It's gone."
"Really gone?" he asked.
Wen Zhi didn't forget to say that phrase: "Thank you."
Shang Hexing: "There are many ways to thank me, but the one I like least is being formal."
Wen Zhi teared up with laughter.
Her heart was a mix of emotions. Shang Hexing hadn't even asked her what had happened, nor why she wanted to intercept Shang Jing, he just directly made arrangements, reassuring her.
He gave her too much peace of mind.
After ending the call, Wen Zhi let out a long sigh and her expression also relaxed. Seeing this, Meng Fan came over with a chuckling laugh: "I told you, as long as it's your matter, uncle will agree to anything for you."
Wen Zhi pursed her lips: "You were still too impulsive just now."
"If I wasn't impulsive, how could you have taken that step? You should be praising me," Meng Fan bragged, shrugging his shoulders.
Wen Zhi smiled lightly without arguing.
