"By the way," he said, breaking the silence, "why do you take so long to reply to my messages? I always wait for your texts, you know." He let out a small laugh, but the humor didn't quite reach his eyes.
Yan An hesitated for half a second before answering, his voice void of emotion.
"Busy."
That was all he said. And hearing that, Wen Haoyi nodded slowly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He understood what Yan An was really saying: forget it. I'm not interested.
Yeah, you've already lost before you even started.
Across the restaurant, an unwavering gaze remained locked onto Yan An.
Ye Xinren.