In another city, Wen Suihan had just finished socializing with a business partner and returned to the hotel.
He took off his suit jacket, threw it casually onto the sofa, and stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of the entire city.
He had intended to call Auntie Cui to ask about Jiang Yi's condition.
But as soon as he picked up his phone, he saw an unread WeChat message.
There weren't many friends in his WeChat, aside from family. He didn't even have many friends, as he wasn't adept at using WeChat to communicate with people.
After checking, he found that the message was from Jiang Yi.
He quickly opened it, and when he clearly saw the content, he couldn't help but pause for a second.
"So you are Wen Suihan?"
These few short words made Wen Suihan feel a tense tightening of his nerves.
He pondered for a moment, then replied with just one word, "Hmm."