Being alone here with Tan Qing, she felt even more at a loss.
Soon, the sound of a text message on her phone rang again. She hurried to grab it, but upon seeing Tan Qing, her hand instinctively pulled back.
"From him?" Tan Qing glanced at her phone and asked softly.
"Yes." Wen Nuan nodded gently. It must be him asking why she hadn't come down yet, but she didn't want to reply in front of Tan Qing.
"You should go down. He's been here for a while." Tan Qing stood up, looked down at her for a moment, and said faintly.
Wen Nuan was taken aback, "How do you know?"
"I just went downstairs and happened to see his car." Tan Qing's lips curled into a self-mocking smile: "Nuannuan, I really don't have a chance, do I?"
"I'm married." Wen Nuan took a deep breath, her voice low but unmistakably clear. "I'm sorry, Tan Qing, I didn't mention it before because I had my reasons."
If she's married, there's no chance left, she loves Leng Yan and wouldn't cheat.
