Wen Xian, disguised as a man with a fake mustache above her lip, gently reminded him.
"Oh?"
The man beside her, Wen Yan, looked up and checked the seat number, then stood up: "Sorry, I indeed got it wrong."
Such an easy seat to find, yet he got it wrong and sat in someone else's spot.
He then confidently stood up and left.
Li Zaijun: "..."
Watching him get up and leave with his things, she pretended to hang up the phone, clutched her nervous heart, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Damn it.
He wasn't really messing with her, was he?
Scared her to death.
But her sister-in-law also seemed puzzled after sitting down, whispering, "What's going on, why did he sit here, could he have recognized you?"
"Probably not, he just called my phone,"
Li Zaijun said with lingering fear.
Wen Xian: "..."
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she tugged at the corner of her lips.
It seems Shen Lin really knows how to play; Li Zaijun must have been quite startled just now.
