"Tan Qing." Wen Nuan slightly lowered her head, placing the notebook on Tan Qing's desk: "I'm returning Joe's notes to you. My resignation period is over."
Tan Qing stood up from his seat, walked over to her side, and looked down at her with a worried gaze: "I said my phone would be on 24/7, so why didn't you tell me about such a big issue?"
"I..." Wen Nuan was at a loss for words. When she returned from Milan, before she got on the plane, Tan Qing told her that if Leng Yan wasn't being good to her, she should tell him immediately.
She agreed, yet she still didn't do so. She didn't want to treat Tan Qing as a harbor in the storm because of her issues with Leng Yan. She didn't love Tan Qing, and that wouldn't be fair to him.
"How did you find out?" Wen Nuan couldn't answer his question, "Did my older brother tell you?"
