Zhou Yun noticed that Wen Bing was hesitant to speak, so she said, "How about this, I'll bring Yu Zhiyang over. No matter what, you should meet him first and then we'll discuss everything else."
Wen Bing sighed softly upon hearing this.
"Why are you sighing?" Zhou Yun asked helplessly.
Wen Bing said, "I'll listen to you."
Zhou Yun said, "Let's not overthink it. As they say, the show must go on. We need to find the most suitable person."
Wen Bing said, "Xiao Yun, have you considered that this might become a rumor that follows you for a lifetime?"
"I have," Zhou Yun nodded, "But, as I've said, in our line of work, no matter what we do, there will always be misunderstandings. As long as I know what I'm doing and those around me know what I'm doing, that's enough."
The teahouse was very quiet.
If the two of them didn't speak, it was almost completely silent.
Outside, some faint noises drifted from far away, almost inaudible.
