Zheng Mingwen's intentions were so clear when he called.
He didn't go out for lunch just to shorten the time and leave work early to go home and be with Xingxing.
Not to waste time with him.
Yun Mingrui's scolding had instantly softened Wang Mingwei.
"Mingrui, I just don't get it. I look almost like you, so why does she only like you and not me?"
Yun Mingrui had a stern look, realizing it was time to call his godmother to subtly discuss this matter.
"It's your business that you like her, and her business that she likes me, it has nothing to do with me," he said coldly.
Yun Mingrui disliked trouble.
"Yun Mingrui, I hope you always remain this calm."
Then, the other party hung up the phone.
Getting over a broken heart was something one had to do by oneself.
He called Wang Mingwei's assistant, asking her to look after him.
Brother Xiaowei always said he hadn't tasted meat but had seen pigs run.
But did he know that his little assistant liked him?
