“President Wen is willing to directly liaise with you.”
“Just now… you and Senior talked for a long time?”
The car interior was unusually quiet, broken only by the dull patter of rain against the windows and the rhythmic swish of windshield wipers.
Ji Shuhe couldn’t suppress her curiosity. She secretly glanced at Wen Shaoyu, who was driving. The streetlight glow filtered through the wet windows, casting shifting chiaroscuro across his sharply defined face.
Hearing her clearly probing tone, Wen Shaoyu couldn’t muster a smile. “Want to know?”
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