At Shengshi Yunding far away, Wen Renche, upon learning that Shi Wei was coming, put aside everything he was doing.
He stood in the second-floor corridor, his gaze fixed intently on the tightly closed door. Beneath the golden-rimmed glasses, his phoenix-like eyes revealed a trace of a sinister smile.
The winter night descended quickly.
The hazy night seemed like a thin veil, enshrouding the peach trees at the entrance of the Wen Family's residence, scattering the moonlight tenderly across the ground.
Wen Renche sat on the living room sofa, his expression focused as he stared at the chat box on his phone screen.
He appeared not to hear the sound of a car horn coming from outside, typing away on the keyboard unfazed, his head never lifting even once.
Before long, a shadow loomed over him, blocking the light from the ceiling lamp overhead.
"Mr. Shi, is there something you need?" Wen Renche subtly leaned forward with the phone in his hand.
