Wen Wanzhi slowed her steps, suddenly feeling hesitant to speak.
Bao Yancheng's appearance here meant he had finished Dr. Mori's inpatient treatment.
The man stood among the crowd, not as calm and composed as usual, seeming somewhat nervous.
He was wearing a pair of leather gloves, apparently adjusting his cuffs.
Something stirred in Wen Wanzhi's heart.
Whenever Bao Yancheng felt nervous, he would unconsciously adjust his cufflinks.
Moreover, those gloves were antiques they had picked up from a castle owner in France during their honeymoon, only worn by Bao Yancheng on important occasions.
All these details pointed to an answer Wen Wanzhi dared not contemplate.
But the big show was imminent, now was not the time to dwell on these things.
Wen Wanzhi stepped forward and hesitantly spoke: "Bao Yancheng?"
The man's figure stiffened, his straight back tensing.
He brushed at the non-existent creases on his coat, seemingly at a loss as he turned around.