"Third Young Master, since Xiao Nuan is fine, we'll be leaving. Let her know we came to visit when she wakes up."
Standing up to bid farewell, Wen Yiming's face appeared benevolent and gentle like an elder, "Also, let Xiao Nuan take some time to come home. Everyone is worried about her."
"I will pass the message."
Responding with a deep voice, Fu Mingyu's expression made it clear: I'll pass the message, but whether she comes home or whether I let her come home, that's another matter.
Feeling somewhat frustrated, Wen Yiming thought coming to see Wen Nuan late at night was nothing but self-inflicted humiliation.
Saying no more, Wen Yiming pulled Zhao Yali and walked outside.
Behind them, Wen Ya continued with soft entreaties.
"Third Young Master, may I go upstairs and take a look at Xiao Nuan?"
