For some reason, Mr. Wen's condition seems much better than when he was with An Yeqiu.
Wen Linyu and An Yeqiu walked along their path, and An Li watched it all.
During that time, when he was with An Yeqiu, Wen Linyu's condition was indeed poor, his brows often furrowed, his face always showing an exhausted expression.
But now, although he's somewhat disheveled from drinking, lying on the bed, his brows and eyes are relaxed.
His Adam's apple occasionally moves slightly, perhaps because lying on the bed with heavy clothing causes discomfort.
But he didn't move, nor did he wish to.
After a series of business trips, finally having a moment to catch his breath, he can sleep well.
Yet he didn't know that An Li had been watching him all along.
Suddenly, the phone in An Li's pocket rang, startling her.
An Li quickly took out her phone, turned around and answered it.
The call was from Zhao Xiaomeng.
