Wen Tang placed the prepared soup in front of him, "Technically speaking, we didn't meet."
Pei Heyan's hand stirring the soup paused for a moment.
Wen Tang was hungry, she chewed on a meatball while speaking, "We arranged to meet at Suhe Bar. As I entered, I accidentally bumped into Gu Muchen, who was drunk and alone. I didn't feel comfortable leaving him like that, so I planned to take him home first."
"On the way, while sitting in the car, I made several calls but no one answered; probably the noise in the bar drowned out the ringtone. By the time I got back, the person was already gone."
Pei Heyan was on alert.
His narrow gaze stayed involuntarily on Wen Tang, he warned, "Your arm isn't fully healed yet, it's best not to run around and avoid causing yourself complications, saving me troubles as well."
Wen Tang pursed her lips.
She knew this man meant well for her.
