President Wen Picking Something I Like?
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"President Wen." The waiter knocked on the door.
Wen Jin's voice came through faintly, "Come in."
The waiter entered and looked at Yu Anwan, saying, "Miss Yu, please."
Yu Anwan nodded and walked towards the private room, her heartbeat under control. However, as she entered the room, her eyebrows immediately furrowed. There was only Wen Jin inside.
"Where's Zhanyan?" Yu Anwan blurted out without thinking.
Wen Jin lifted his eyelids slightly and turned his gaze toward Yu Anwan. "And where's your daughter?"
Yu Anwan's expression remained unchanged. "She's not feeling well."
"How coincidental." Wen Jin raised an eyebrow. "Zhanyan isn't feeling well either."
"What's wrong with him?" Yu Anwan's nervousness was evident as she looked at Wen Jin. She quickly continued, "If Zhanyan is feeling unwell anywhere, you can bring him to me anytime. You know I'm a doctor."