Wen Ran saw that Qin Zeyu had sent two messages in a row and responded to him.
"I'm fine. What do you want to talk about?"
Qin Zeyu didn't give a clear reply, "It's something important, otherwise I'll come see you tomorrow at noon, we can talk over lunch?"
She looked at his message inviting her to meet and thought about Fu Chenlie's demeanor just now, and replied—
"Okay, let's meet tomorrow at noon."
Qin Zeyu, "What would you like to eat?"
Wen Ran, "Anything is fine."
Qin Zeyu, "Okay, I'll make the reservation and send you the location tomorrow."
Wen Ran didn't reply anymore, she put down her phone, leaned back on the sofa, and started thinking—
How would she face her death tomorrow?
...
The next day.
As breakfast was almost finishing, the silent Fu Chenlie asked, "Did you make the arrangements?"
Wen Ran was initially stunned, then she realized he was talking about meeting Qin Zeyu and quietly nodded, "Yes."