"Oh, okay." Wen Ruoqing thought that he must have been waiting for a long time. She knew his temper. If she didn't go on, he would not leave easily. So Wen Ruoqing subconsciously agreed.
Wen Ruoqing turned around and happened to meet Tang Zhimo's gaze. Tang Zhimo was short and stood inside. So Third Young Mr. Ye, who was standing outside, definitely could not see him.
Wen Ruoqing looked at Tang Zhimo, stunned, and slightly curled her lips.
"Woman, are you going to be softhearted now?" Tang Zhimo's lips curled slightly. His voice was not loud, and he was a little further away from Wen Ruolan. Thus, the Night Timekeeper on the other end of the phone definitely couldn't hear him.
The corner of Wen Ruoqing's mouth twitched. What was he talking about? And what was his name?
Wen Ruoqing agreed, and Third Young Mr. Ye was happy at the moment. However, when he saw Wen Ruoqing turn around, he stopped and did not move. He was confused and could not help but ask, "What's wrong?"