In the private room of the café, Ye Ningwan was stirring her coffee while staring absentmindedly at a painting on the wall.
Wen Jianan pushed the door open and immediately saw this static picture of a beauty.
Momentarily lost in thought, he quickly came back to his senses, walked over, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Why did you suddenly ask to meet me?" Wen Jianan asked.
Ye Ningwan snapped out of it, her expression grave as she took out a recorder, playing the conversation between her and Li Qingqing for him to hear.
Wen Jianan's face changed drastically as he listened, growing more and more shocked, unable to stop his eyes from widening and his fists tightening.
"Ye Ningwan, what do you mean?"
"Wen Jianan, you're a smart person. You should understand what I'm trying to convey." Ye Ningwan said slowly.
Indeed, Wen Jianan wasn't foolish and naturally could understand the deep implications contained in that conversation.
