Zhang Fan no longer comforted the girl, and the atmosphere quieted down a lot; Wen Wen finally got a chance to enjoy his coffee in peace.
But he suddenly furrowed his brow, feeling an unusual energy emerging behind him, entangling itself around Zhang Fan.
This strength was very secretive; if his own power hadn't greatly increased, he might not have noticed it at all.
"Really, can't they just let me enjoy my coffee in peace?"
Wen Wen stood up and observed Zhang Fan, noticing his eyes looked vacant as he seemed to mutter something to himself.
Suddenly, he picked up a pen from the table, as if to write something on it, but the tip of his pen was at least a centimeter away from the table.
Before he could start writing, Wen Wen immediately grabbed Zhang Fan's hand, stopping him.
Wen Wen didn't know what he was about to do, but he was certain it was nothing good.
