"By the way, what's up with Wanze? Did you scold him? Why?"
"No, why bother with a kid."
"Really? Then why did he look like he was about to cry just now?" Shangguan Yunli took a sip of water. "And you don't look too great either..."
He slowly walked to the desk, and as he set the glass down, he saw the real reason for Bo Tingshen's displeasure.
On the desk, the man's lit smartphone screen was stuck on the contacts list—Little Strawberry. A gentle swipe showed a WeChat message being edited, with unsent words in the chat box: Have you made up your mind?
The time stamp showed it was from last night, indicating he'd been hesitating since then, waiting all this time.
Shangguan Yunli nearly spat out his water, coughing and pounding the table with laughter. Could it be that he was sleepless last night?
