An hour later, Wen Nuan arrived downstairs at Anning International Tower, bristling with indignation.
*How outrageous! Was Ye Feimo actually serious about pursuing her?*
*Ugh... She was such an idiot too. Why did she trot off to cook and deliver food to him the moment he said his stomach hurt? She knew he was using a trick. The old saying was right: a pot and a lid, they truly matched.*
The front desk had already been notified, and Zhang Ling came down directly to greet her. Wen Nuan took the CEO's exclusive elevator straight up to the 32nd floor. Ye Feimo's chief secretary couldn't help but glance at Wen Nuan a few extra times.
It had been several months since she last saw Wen Nuan at Anning.
At that time, Wen Nuan was just a regular signed artist.
Wen Nuan always greeted people with a smile, and Zhang Ling quickly led her up to the 32nd floor with a smile of her own.
