Wen Ye, the rich man was speechless.
"Sob, sob, sob, Daddy, he's also poor. He relies on Daddy's support."
Yu Anwan paused for a moment upon hearing Wen Zhanyan's words, her eyes curved into crescents, and she felt incredibly happy.
Wen Zhanyan continued to speak up for himself.
The breakfast atmosphere was indeed pleasant, but after finishing his meal, Wen Zhanyan didn't stay for a second and immediately walked out. Whenever his germophobia kicked in, no matter how diligently Wen Ye carried out disinfection, Wen Zhanyan couldn't accept it.
Yu Anwan quickly followed and went outside, while Wen Ye regained his senses and hurriedly chased after them with a fritter in his mouth.
Why did they just leave him behind like that?