Easier said than done, quicker than action.
A second before, Qin Nanyu still harbored lingering frustrations about Weitian calling Leng Jian; the next second, he was already lying in bed.
As soon as Ji Weitian turned around, she saw him lift a corner of the blanket and wave her over.
"It's getting late, we should hurry up and sleep!"
Ji Weitian: "..."!!
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In the heart of the city, the bustling commercial street was alive with foot traffic.
In a sophisticated coffee shop, two distinguished men sat facing each other.
Lu Jing, dressed in a red suit, appeared devilish yet unruly.
Seated opposite him, Leng Jian was as always in a modest white t-shirt, paired with the simplest casual pants, giving the impression of a refined and gentle scholar.
He wore a duckbill cap on his head, the brim pulled down slightly to conceal most of his face, making it difficult to discern his expression.
At that moment, he held a cup of coffee, sipping lightly.
