The car started, steadily heading towards home.
Wen Zhan had waited outside the company for almost two hours, a juvenile act he had never committed in the past thirty years.
Even during his youthful infatuation with Lu Kejun, he never foolishly waited for her like this.
But all his efforts couldn't even garner a proper glance from her, thinking of this, the man's heart darkened again.
The oppressive atmosphere in the car continued for a while until Mu Wanqing's phone rang, breaking the deadlock.
It was a call from Ye Huan.
She didn't need to answer to know what it was about.
She intended to hang up, but Wen Zhan suddenly spoke up, "Why not dare to answer? Is it that Zhou guy?"
With that, Mu Wanqing simply picked up, "Hello, Huanhuan."
Wen Zhan: "..."
"Xiao Qing, how are things on your end? Didn't you say you were going to the company to deal with that breastfeeding issue today?" As expected, Ye Huan was concerned about this.