Ye Huan's mouth fell open, and her eyes widened in surprise, her face expressing utter fascination.
What was going on between them?
Had she missed something important these past few days?
Before Mu Wanqing could respond, Wen Zhan's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and walked over to the balcony to answer.
Ye Huan immediately asked in a low voice, filled with curiosity, "Hey, what's going on? Have you two made up?"
Mu Wanqing walked in and continued to pick and wash the vegetables, her profile radiant but cold, "Do you think that's possible? He's like a clingy plaster, sick in the head!"
Ye Huan kept her voice low, "I think he's quite concerned about you, even personally delivering medicine to you. That kind of tenderness and consideration isn't something every man has."
"He's just pretending to be nice."