This point had not only occurred to Wen Zhan, but Mu Wanqing and Ye Huan had thought of it as well, which is why Ye Huan was unwilling to come over.
"Don't worry, she has cut ties with me."
"That's good."
Entering the house, Wen Zhan didn't seem ready to leave. After Mu Wanqing settled down the kids, she looked at him and said, "It doesn't seem to be the day, right?"
The man's eyes lifted slightly, "Why, are you looking forward to it?"
"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless.
Really, a dog can't spit out ivory—how could such a handsome and charming face have such a mouth?
Actually, Wen Zhan had been thinking about it for a while, but considering her waist injury, it was not suitable for "labor," so he hadn't mentioned it in the last days and hadn't even come to see her—for fear that he couldn't resist upon seeing her and it would lead to an unintentional mishap.
Seeing the woman speechless, Wen Zhan smiled, leaned in, and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"