"Aunt Li, it's getting late, I have to leave." Wen Nuan glanced at Leng Ye walking towards them, gave a light smile, and turned to leave without giving Li Qiu a chance to speak.
Wen Nuan didn't inquire about Leng Siyan's illness, guessing it must be serious. Otherwise, given the awkward situation from a few days ago, Leng Ye would have called her after sobering up, but he never did.
With Leng Siyan seriously ill, I wonder if Leng Yan will come back...
The next afternoon, after finishing her work, Wen Nuan sat in her office, looking at the slightly desolate early winter scenery outside the window, her thoughts drifted far away once again. Rubbing her temples vigorously, she gave a bitter smile: Wen Nuan, you're overthinking things again.
Her phone rang, and the number displayed made her lightly tap her forehead, smile wryly, and answer the call, "Sister Lan, I'm on my way, sorry to keep you waiting and to trouble you to remind me."
