Ying Jing was concerned about Wen Yue, so she sent him a message early the next morning.
The result was an automatic reply.
[Wen Yue: I'm dead, burn money if you need anything.]
Ying Jing: ???
Wen Yue received a block warning from Ying Jing.
That afternoon, the young man cleverly came to the door with a small gift to apologize.
Wen Fucheng wasn't home, but Ying Jing still opened the door for him.
"Don't doubt it, I'm here for you."
She could smell the fragrant roast duck.
Anyway, Wen Yue was one of Hu City's four young masters, and he had known Ying Jing for a long time since mingling with Ying Zenan and the others.
Technically, Ying Jing should call him fourth brother.
But at this rate, he feared he'd have to call her second aunt sooner or later.
Wen Yue was practically in tears.
"No visits without a reason. Just tell me, what do you want?" This roast duck was not cheap, and they didn't deliver. There was usually a long line.
