Listening to the woman's angry tirade, Wen Zhan's brows twitched slightly, his tone remaining as tranquil as ever: "The call is over."
"President Wen, you—"
"Either you get out or stay silent."
"..." Han Feng dared not say anything more or disobey his boss's orders.
"Madam, I have to hang up now."
Without waiting for Mu Wanqing's response, Han Feng ended the call.
Hearing the beeping sound in her ear, Mu Wanqing's heart felt like a chaotic mess.
Could she still escape now?
But if she fled, given Wen Zhan's stubborn and unyielding nature, what if he stayed at her studio, refusing to leave and forcing her to return?
In the past, it might've been fine for them to waste time confronting one another.
But now, his body was severely injured, having come out of ICU multiple times, and he simply couldn't endure such torment.
Mu Wanqing was burning with anxiety, torn between conflicting choices.