On the Eve of the Storm

When Shen Weiyang woke up the next day, Leng Huaijin had already left.

Looking at the side where he had slept and the roof above his head that had been closed, everything last night seemed like a dream.

What kind of answer would he give her?

He had previously told himself that Leng Yuan was not his child. Could it be that nothing had really happened between him and Hee Chu?

Should she trust him again and quietly wait for him to give her an answer?

Shen Weiyang sat there in a daze for a long time.

Until Leng Huaijin pushed the door open and came in again.

He sat in a wheelchair with soybean milk and fried dough sticks on the tray in his hand. "The fee for the Medal of Glory has been refunded to you. Today, you can just send that assistant of yours to the Finance Department to get the bill. "

Shen Weiyang took the tray and placed it on the coffee table. After that, she went to the bathroom to wash up.