The manor's living room was huge, and a few girls were sitting on the sofa chatting.
Lu Yao pulled out the video of the fireworks she had just taken to show Song Miaomiao. Their heads were close together as they chattered away.
Liu Shiting sat quietly in a corner, flipping through a magazine.
Jiang Silu leaned against Wen Wan, scrolling through her phone and occasionally looking up to say a few words to her.
Wen Wan sat on the sofa, clutching her phone, her eyes darting toward the entrance from time to time.
She looked once. Nothing.
She looked again. Still nothing.
Jiang Silu noticed and gently nudged her arm, smiling. "Sister Wen Wan, stop looking. My brother will definitely come if he said he would. He's the type of person who never goes back on a promise."
Wen Wan quickly averted her gaze, her face growing slightly hot. "I wasn't... I was just..."
