Bao Yancheng looked at the notebook in front of him, his expression flickering.
Just as he had anticipated, this notebook had long been discovered by Wen Wanzhi.
Seeing her anxious and angry appearance, she must have already read the contents.
Bao Yancheng reached out to touch the familiar leather cover and smiled in resignation.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you. I was afraid it would upset you."
Bao Yancheng lifted his head and met Wen Wanzhi's eyes, tumultuous with emotion yet restrained.
"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you. Wanzhi, I won't hide anything from you anymore."
In the face of the man's unprecedented compliance, even seemingly begging, Wen Wanzhi suddenly lost her temper.
Bao Yancheng really had changed.
He was no longer taciturn, and sometimes he was even rather fussy.
Bao Yancheng shifted to the side of the sofa, making room for Wen Wanzhi.
When she sat down, he naturally covered her slender body with a woolen blanket.