At that moment, Wen Lin unexpectedly felt a pang of envy.
But to become someone like her—that was beyond her reach.
So delicate, always pampered by men, no matter what, Wen Lin refused to be that kind of woman.
Precisely because of this, if she were to hand over the man she had painstakingly fallen for to someone else, she would regret it for a lifetime.
After a while, she called Qin Yumo: "Yun Shifei is back, I just saw her."
"I know."
"You already know?" Wen Lin sounded somewhat surprised. She couldn't help but wonder if Qin Yumo had someone trailing Yun Shifei—he even knew this.
Qin Yumo didn't say anything further to Wen Lin and hung up the phone.
At this moment, Cheng Lie was watching Yun Shifei's direction. Seeing her run over with two cups of milk tea in hand, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Slow down, don't fall."
"I won't fall." Yun Shifei handed one cup to him. "This is a new flavor, give it a try."
