After a while, amid Zhao Wanting's steady breathing, Wen Nan put down his arm and slowly sat up.
Zhao Wanting is not [the Queen].
Having confirmed this, Wen Nan glanced out the window at the sky.
The time spent indulging always flies by quickly; in the blink of an eye, it was almost noon, and the time for his second main task was becoming more and more pressing.
Turning over and getting out of bed, Wen Nan simply washed, dressed neatly, and left the guest room.
As Wen Nan walked out of the elevator lobby, Yu Shujun silently returned to his side.
While the two of them walked side by side out of the hotel, Wen Nan glanced intriguingly at the person beside him.
Yu Shujun sensed the other's questioning gaze and furrowed his brow lightly, "What?"
Wen Nan thought for a moment and still asked, "With Zhao Wanting… why didn't you mess things up?"
Yu Shujun lifted an eyelid and gave him a sidelong glance, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Wen Nan nodded.
