After finishing the call with Song Jinwei, Shen Yan didn't feel too comfortable herself.
She held back an irritation that wouldn't come out, making her restless.
Driving around the city, she admired the profound heritage of Beijing.
"Beep!"
A car horn startled Shen Yan, who had come to a stop.
Turning to her right, she saw Wang Jue in his car, squinting at her.
"..."
What a coincidence.
The car window rolled down.
"Mr. Wang, how did you know it was me?"
Mr. Wang?
Wang Jue's mouth twitched, then he pointed at the license plate.
It was Qi Si's car—how could he not remember it?
"Where's Qi Si?"
"Mr. Wang, you're asking for my husband as soon as you open your mouth. Could it be you've really fallen for him?" Shen Yan smirked coldly.
Wang Jue: "..."
Did this woman eat gunpowder?
Starting off with such sarcastic remarks, had he run into trouble?
Great, he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving the house.
