Chasing Men With Your Own Skills, Hm?
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
At least Wen Zhanming still had a say here with Wen Jin.
Just finding Wen Jin was the most convenient option.
There was no need to beat around the bush.
"Stop right there." Wen Jin's voice grew even colder.
"Oh," Yu Anwan responded. She obediently stopped and casually waved the document in her hand. "So, are we getting married or not?"
The words Wen Jin was about to say were stifled by Yu Anwan.
That d*mn woman.
But in the next moment, Wen Jin's response was to firmly grab Yu Anwan's wrist and lead her out of the ward.
So, the deal was done.
However, when they reached the door of the ward, Yu Anwan hesitated.
"What do you want now?" Wen Jin frowned impatiently.
Yu Anwan finally spoke slowly. "President Wen, please don't say words of sympathy to me. Don't worry. Killing is illegal, and I will still have some sense here."
Wen Jin understood what Yu Anwan was talking about but remained composed.