"Your demands... they're really not that high," Tang Huai's lips curled slightly as he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man who looked like a bodyguard walked up to Tang Huai, bent down and whispered in his ear, "The young master is calling you home."
"Got it." Tang Huai slightly lifted his hand to signal that the man could leave.
Wen Wan was quick-witted, and immediately said, "It's okay if you're busy, just leave first. I'm full anyway, thanks for the meal."
"There is some business at home. I need to make a trip back. How about this, I'll have my driver take you home, and I'll contact you later," Tang Huai said to Wen Wan with a hint of apology.
"It's not that much trouble. I can just take a taxi back," Wen Wan quickly waved her hands to refuse.
In the end, Wen Wan was still sent home. Therefore, she became even more convinced that men like Doctor Tang were truly a rare breed.
