Hearing Su Lin's voice from outside the door, Nanrong Wanqing picked up a tissue, wiped away the remaining tears at the corners of her eyes, got up with red and swollen eyes, walked to the door, and opened it.
"Wanqing..." Seeing Nanrong Wanqing's haggard look, Su Lin couldn't help but sigh softly, her face full of concern, consoling her, "Wanqing, don't be too sad. No news doesn't mean something has happened to Ling Chen. Maybe he's fine and just delayed because of some matters."
Nanrong Wanqing nodded lightly and asked, "Who did you just say was looking for me?"
"The person said he's a friend of Ling Chen."
"Let's go, come with me to take a look."
Arriving in the living room, they saw a man in his thirties sitting on the sofa, gentle and refined, with an exceptional demeanor.
Upon seeing Nanrong Wanqing coming downstairs with Su Lin, the man promptly stood up and said politely, "Miss Nanrong, hello!"
