The lights were not on; Wen Yizhong sat alone in the study for an entire night.
As light seeped in from outside the window, the sounds of Wen Xuran and Wen Yu talking from the dining room pulled Wen Yizhong back to reality.
His legs were swollen and numb, and it took quite a while before he could stand up. Sighing and massaging his legs, it was only after several minutes that Wen Yizhong slowly got up and moved back to the bedroom.
After washing up and changing into new clothes, the clock already pointed to eight o'clock. Wen Yizhong ate a few mouthfuls of food and drove to the teahouse where he'd last met.
Just as he sat down, Bai Heshu arrived.
Upon hearing Wen Yizhong say he couldn't find the stock transfer document, a fleeting embarrassment passed through his eyes. Bai Heshu pretended not to notice and took out another copy from her bag.
It seemed like the previous one, but Wen Yizhong knew things had changed.
