Chapter 112: Xiang Yiran is the Huo Family Heiress

Wen Wanzhi picked up the cup and took a sip of water, seemingly not intending to continue the conversation.

In this regard, what's the difference between Bao Yancheng and a child?

An unwanted toy, simply left in the room, allowed to gradually fall apart and shatter.

But when suddenly recalling its merits, he insists on taking it back into his hands, and then is saddened by why it's not as it once was.

Bao Yancheng, looking at the composed Wen Wanzhi, suddenly thought of the scene of her on the hospital bed, holding a blade to herself. His heart tightened, and he sighed, attempting to smooth things over.

"Fine, let's not talk about it anymore. I will continue to investigate Aunt Wen Jin's matter, so don't reject this anymore."

Only then did Wen Wanzhi put down the cup and obediently nodded her head.

"The sea breeze is cold, I want to go back."

Bao Yancheng took off his coat and put it over Wen Wanzhi, muttering a low hmm, then left the deck to steer the boat.