C165 He Had No Right to Do Anything

It was indeed Yan Tine.

“Yan Tine!”

Yan Tine turned around and saw Wanwan, startled. “Wanwan?”

“What’s up? Did you work late last night? You look exhausted,” Wanwan asked, puzzled.

“Last night... dinner meeting.” Yan Tine didn’t want to elaborate.

He thought to himself about that pesky Qingqing, who tricked him into going to a hotel again. She’s like a cockroach that just won’t quit