"Something at the company? Another damn excuse, right!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth.
Every night she still returned very late. Seeing the darkness on the second floor, Wen Nuan would only enter the Guest Room, then get up early in the morning.
This repeated over and over.
It had continued for three days in a row.
"Coming home so late every day, is MT's boss a capitalist?"
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Leng Yan gritted his teeth and sent a message to Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan opened it, smiled faintly, and didn't reply. Soon another message came chasing after: "If you're not home by nine tonight, I think we need to have a chat with your father about your work."
Ha! Ridiculous!
A sarcastic smile appeared on Wen Nuan's lips.
Did he think she's just trying to avoid worrying Wen Qingyan?
