"Thank you, Special Assistant Yang."
"Mm." Answering indifferently, without even a glance at Wei Lan, he drove off as soon as the car door closed.
Wei Lan stood in place, pursing her lips without much concern, thinking to herself that he was just such an icy person.
Utterly oblivious to the fact that it was a man's sulking jealousy.
Sighing softly, alone in the elevator, she couldn't stop her mind from wandering.
She once thought marriage symbolized happiness, but now realizes it's better to be unmarried, with at least fewer worries and considerations.
Pushing open the door, her thoughts elsewhere, she suddenly froze at the sight of that pair of men's shoes by the door, conspicuously visible.
Before she could look up to search, she heard Jing Zan's gentle voice, "Where have you been so late?"
Wei Lan hadn't expected him to be here.
Did he just send that woman home before coming?
