"You're looking for me?"
In the evening, Ningwan sat in her room, pondering over how to ask Zhan Hanjue to return. Unexpectedly, Zhan Hanjue came back on his own.
Ningwan was overjoyed but feigned surprise, "No, I didn't look for you."
Zhan Hanjue frowned, "Mrs. Chen said you had something to discuss with me."
Ningwan hurriedly got up and walked toward the door.
Sure enough, upon peeking out, she saw Mrs. Chen standing in the corridor, ready to eavesdrop at any moment.
Ningwan had no choice but to close the door, turning to face Zhan Hanjue, "It's not that I was looking for you; it's Grandma who wants you to come. As for the reason... I guess even if I don't say it, you should already know. Grandma is anxious to have a great-grandchild; you're always sleeping in the study, making her impatient."
Zhan Hanjue's frown deepened.
