"We're here." Yu Anwan turned around and looked at Wen Zhanyan.
Wen Ye didn't move. He just stared at Wen Zhanyan, bewildered, as he watched Wen Zhanyan get out of the car with Yu Anwan. Wen Ye was dumbfounded. He wondered if Wen Zhanyan had been possessed by a ghost. How could he possibly eat breakfast in a place like this?
Finally, Wen Ye hurriedly got out of the car.
Meanwhile, Yu Anwan had already led Wen Zhanyan toward the breakfast shop. Wen Zhanyan looked uncomfortable as he glanced around, his brows furrowed. He struggled to sit down on the plastic stool in front of him.
"Have a seat," Yu Anwan said straightforwardly, pressing Wen Zhanyan down.
Wen Zhanyan remained silent.