He always felt that if he went up to talk about it, he would be more efficient than Wen Yan.
With both arms around Gong Xuan's neck, Wen Yan playfully said, "No need, I haven't even told my parents about this yet. If you suddenly show up, it will startle them."
"All right, if anything comes up, give me a call, and I'll handle it."
The two were hugging and cuddling downstairs, not at all like people who are almost thirty or over thirty, especially Gong Xuan.
This clinginess is just like that of young lovers.
"Wen Teacher, you're back." Suddenly, a familiar voice came.
Wen Yan turned her head and saw it was the neighbor from next door; she got so frightened that she hurriedly stepped out of Gong Xuan's embrace: "Uncle Chen."
It was nearly ten o'clock, and there were almost no people around the neighborhood, so she didn't expect the old man to still be downstairs.
So embarrassing.
