When Ye Wan walked out of Licheng Airport, light snow was falling outside.
Feng Suheng, waiting at the arrivals gate, looked apologetic, "Sister Wan, I'm really sorry, but I had no other choice."
The phone conversation was vague, but he knew that He Sichen was in a particularly bad state these past few days.
But no matter how Feng Suheng tried to hint or approach the topic tactfully, Sichen kept saying he was fine.
Watching as he grew agitated and depressed, like a lion trapped in a zoo cage.
He had tried every possible means, and in the second before despair overwhelmed him, Feng Suheng thought of Ye Wan and awkwardly called her.
What Feng Suheng didn't expect was that Ye Wan came to Licheng on the earliest flight without a moment of hesitation.
"Brother Heng, didn't you say I'm like a friend to you?"
Ye Wan got into the business car with a smile, "Sichen doesn't know I'm here, right?"
"He doesn't know."
Feng Suheng shook his head.
