"What's wrong?"
Wensheng's shoulder had just been patted when he turned around to see Yao Ye's slick smiling face, feeling as if Yao Ye had known this was going to happen all along. The feeling of being caught from behind was genuinely depressing.
"What, is it the thing Lu Jun talked about last time?" Yao Ye really didn't let go of his shoulder and continued speaking with pinpoint accuracy.
It's not Yao Ye's fault. Considering that Wensheng now has both a thriving career and family life, the only thing that could give him trouble occasionally were his wife's unthinkable relatives. It'd be hard for Yao Ye not to guess it right.
Wensheng's bitter-faced long face was practically a direct response to Yao Ye.
"So it was that matter." Yao Ye seemed curious, not necessarily sympathizing with him, but instead he suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, slightly cheerful.
