"Tan Qing."
In the café, there were still only a few people, and Wen Nuan immediately saw the coffee sitting by the window and waved to him.
Leng Yan sat in the car, watching Wen Nuan sit down at a seat, his face darkening further.
Tan Qing!
It's Tan Qing again!
No wonder she's so excited, running here for a secret meeting with her lover?
Fingers gripping the steering wheel, his gaze locked onto the man and woman in the café like an eagle, his heart gripped tightly by the eagle's claws.
"Oh my god, you made these notes?" Staring at the thick notebooks, Wen Nuan's eyes were wide with astonishment, overflowing with surprise and disbelief.
"Not mine, I borrowed them." Tan Qing shook his head, still smiling: "But I've read all the content. It should be very helpful to you. So, just borrowed it to take a look."
"Whose?"
