Wen Nuan didn't believe Wen Yiming, but she trusted Fu Mingyu. So, when Wen Yiming said nothing would happen, Wen Nuan said no more, only smiled, implicitly agreeing with his words.
Seeing that Wen Yiming and Zhao Yali had nothing more to say, Wen Nuan planned to leave. Just as she reached the villa door, Wen Yiming called out to her.
"Xiao Nuan, I heard that the Third Young Master initially intended to have you attend the Fu's annual meeting, but now it clashes with Grandma's birthday banquet. Did the Third Young Master say what he plans to do?"
Wen Yiming asked kindly, with a trace of regret between his brows, as if he truly felt sorry for Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan shook her head, "No."
The girl's expression was calm, not appearing deceitful. Wen Yiming did not ask further, only said, "Then rest early," and thus let Wen Nuan off.
Leaving the villa door, gazing at the darkening sky, a curve appeared on Wen Nuan's lips.
