Although her vision was blurred, Wen Tang could only make out the general silhouette and animated gestures. An inexplicable relief washed over her anxieties.
"Sister Tang?"
Chen Meng passed by.
Wen Tang placed her index finger on her lips: "Shh!"
Chen Meng consciously lowered her voice, "I'll go make you a cup of tea."
Wen Tang glanced into the meeting room once more.
Then, she turned and headed to the neighboring office.
Chen Meng walked in with the tea, "I thought about it, and it's too late for tea leaves. Let's have some rose tea instead."
Wen Tang nodded her approval.
Chen Meng signaled, "I'll go to the meeting room first, just wait a moment."
Wen Tang was alone in the office, embarking on a prolonged wait.
The familiar environment and scents were exactly the same as when she left the Pei Family.
Her fingertips glided over the bookshelf, delicately tracing the textures.
Her gaze fell on Pei Heyan's desk.
