But Wen Yi's reaction was more intense than he had imagined.
This intensity was not a loud and noisy kind, but a strong sense of indifference.
Mo Shichen knocked on the door twice more, his voice low, "If you don't speak up, I'm going to break the door down."
Break the door?
How exactly did he plan to break it, was he going to kick this door open with one foot?
Wen Yi stood up, supporting herself against the door, and five seconds later, the silent door was suddenly swung open.
The man, who was contemplating how to enter the study with the least amount of trouble, raised his eyelids, somewhat startled as he saw the woman who unexpectedly appeared in his line of sight.
She was simply dressed in a sweater, her expression calm, but beneath that calm was a touch of indifference that spelled out her detachment from him.
