Wen Zhan did not respond, but simply asked calmly, "Where is the dinner gathering?"
"What, you're coming?" Before he could answer, Mu Wanqing immediately refused, "It's a dinner for our studio staff, what would you be doing there? Besides, it's all women, you're a man..."
Although the relationship between the two had eased, they were, after all, ex-husband and ex-wife, and Mu Wanqing still could not accept Wen Zhan being openly by her side and socializing with her friends and colleagues.
"I just want to know if the restaurant where you're eating is safe. What would I be doing with your group of women warriors?" Wen Zhan was not keen on interacting with the opposite sex; he would rather go home early to spend time with his child.
"Oh..." Realizing she had misunderstood, Mu Wanqing felt embarrassed for a moment and explained, "We booked a private room; it's quite secluded. I'll be riding in Yu Qiao's car later, not taking public transportation."
"And after dinner?"