"Wanwan..."
The phone rang for a while before it was answered.
In the background, Lu Changchuan, dressed in formal attire, seemed to be standing in front of a rose wall.
White shirt, gray suit.
He tugged at his tie as he spoke.
In the dim light, the gentle man appeared exceptionally deep and charming.
Ye Wan couldn't help but be momentarily distracted.
She had always known his looks were quite striking.
When not smiling, he was stern and profound.
When his brows and eyes moved, there was a particular reserved sensuality.
Yet Ye Wan thought she had long since grown accustomed to his handsome façade, never expecting to still feel a bit flirted with at this moment.
"Did you escape from the banquet hall?"
Ye Wan asked with a smile.
"Hmm..."
Lu Changchuan nodded, "Otherwise it's too noisy, I can't hear what you're saying."
The noise was just one part of it.
What gave Lu Changchuan headaches the most was the scent of perfumes that kept triggering his sneeze reflex.
