Fifteen minutes later, the Porsche pulled up across the street from the Eastern Group building. Murong Wanwan took out her cell phone and called Long Wu, who was in the car behind: "Uncle Long Wu, don't follow us now. Just stop here. I need to speak with Ye Brother. After that, I'll leave."
Long Wu, who received the call, although unsure of what Murong Wanwan needed to discuss, still brought the convoy to a halt and did not continue to follow.
After hanging up the phone, Murong Wanwan drove to the corner cafe where Ye Xuan's car was parked.
Turning off the engine, Murong Wanwan gazed at Ye Xuan with her watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, a hint of unwillingness in her eyes. She pursed her red lips and said, "Ye Brother, we are about to part ways, and Wanwan can't bear to leave you."
Ye Xuan raised his hand and rubbed her little head, laughing, "It's not like we won't see each other again, it's just a temporary separation. If you want to see me, you can call me anytime."
