"Hello."
"Wanwan, it's Wang Manwen."
Compared to Qin Wan's extremely faint voice, Wang Manwen was practically fiery with enthusiasm.
Qin Wan's brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "Is there something you need?"
Behind the desk, having finished with the documents in his hands, Mu Shaochen strode over with his long legs.
His large hand embraced Qin Wan's shoulders, guiding her to sit on the sofa.
Qin Wan did not refuse; after sitting down, she let Mu Shaochen casually grab her hand and play with her fingers in his palm, as if no one else was around.
Over the phone, Wang Manwen eagerly said, "Wanwan, I have something to tell you, are you free now? Let's meet and talk."
Qin Wan glanced at Qin Zheng and declined in a level voice, "I'm not free, just tell me over the phone."
Meanwhile,
Mu Shaochen somehow produced a bracelet.
He was putting it on her wrist.
