The office was engulfed in a strange silence.
Six pairs of eyes were all fixed on Wen Nan, who had just walked in.
Eventually, it was the wealthy woman on the sofa, there to pay a fortune for a child, who broke the silence first.
"Why is it you?!"
As she spoke, she stood up, walked over to Wen Nan, slightly tilted her head, and with an intrigued smile, scrutinized Wen Nan from head to toe with a frank and unabashed gaze.
"... Me?"
Wen Nan was taken aback, unsure of how to respond, and eventually, with a hint of bewilderment, looked back at her—
The wealthy woman seemed to be around twenty-five, her long hair draped over her shoulders in big waves, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, eyelashes curled like a doll's. Her thick winged eyeliner and fiery red lips complemented each other, adding a touch of fierceness to her appearance.
