When she arrived by taxi, Wen Qingyan was just about to drive to work. Seeing her, he was somewhat taken aback: "Nuannuan, what brings you here at this time?"
Especially seeing the taxi parked at the door, his worry deepened: "Did something happen? Are you having a conflict with Yan?"
"There's no such conflict," Wen Nuan chuckled playfully, using her smile to hide her sadness. She hugged Wen Qingyan's arm: "I'm here to say goodbye to Dad. I'm going on a business trip with my mentor and will be back in half a month, so I didn't drive over. Dad, the company notified me too late, otherwise, I would have come yesterday."
"Why so long?" Wen Qingyan handed the bag to the driver and pulled her to sit down in the living room, disapproval in his eyes: "You just got married not long ago, and you're leaving Yan alone. First, you went to Milan, and now you're leaving again. Nuannuan, Yan won't be happy."
"He won't." Wen Nuan shook her head: "He agreed, didn't raise any objections."
