Mu Wanqing didn't understand why he suddenly called to ask this, so she deliberately distanced herself from Zhou Yiru and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"
All his contacts had a purpose, and Mu Wanqing thought he wanted to meet in broad daylight to establish terms.
"Why are you so nervous? It's almost noon. I thought of asking you out for lunch." Wen Zhan laughed, unable to see any activity in the room from the camera's angle. He thought the woman was still sulking in bed.
Mu Wanqing was still on guard. "Just lunch?"
Wen Zhan heard the implication in her tone, his smile growing wider. "What, do you want something else? If you do, then of course—"
"I don't want to!" Mu Wanqing immediately interrupted him and then crushed his hopes. "I'm going out, visiting a friend for New Year greetings. I'm busy today. Let's talk another time."
Wen Zhan suddenly straightened up from the telescope, "Going out? When?"