[What's going on? ］

[Hahaha, a living god? Is Wen Zhi a funny guy? ］

[So cute, but I wonder if this rose card is sent to Mr. Si’s office, will he be embarrassed?]

[Keep reading! Baby! ］

[Oh my god, I dug my toes into the ground out of embarrassment. ］

[Wen Zhineng was able to read it in front of millions of netizens, he is also a genius. ］

In the picture, Wen Zhi's ears were blood red, and he had an embarrassed look on his face, not daring to look up at all.

Every time he reads a word, he feels like his IQ is being insulted. I guess netizens think he’s a fool?

He lowered his voice, trying to get away with it, but Si Mingchen, who was sitting behind him, reminded him with a slightly scrutinizing look: "There's more, Zhizhi."

Wen Zhi instantly tensed his back, looked at Si Mingchen innocently, and winked at him behind the netizens' backs, hoping that he would let her go.

...

...

Si Mingchen was unmoved, he picked up two cards and asked, "How about I help you read it?"

Wen Zhi was extremely ashamed and angry, but under the pressure of Si Mingchen, he had no choice but to continue reading.

“My husband is tall and handsome, with broad shoulders and a slim waist…”

"Snap."

Wen Zhi simply buried his head on the table and started to act like a spoiled brat.

He really can't afford to lose this person.

If Si Mingchen wants to study, then he can study.

[Zhizhi, this card is written very sincerely. ］

[Yeah, haha, like a child. ］

[If I could receive 99 bouquets of roses from my wife early in the morning, I wouldn’t mind any kind of card. ］

[Isn’t this card cute? If my boyfriend could write this to me, I would be very happy. ］

Si Mingchen placed his hand on Wen Zhi's neck and kneaded it gently, with a doting smile on his lips as he looked up at the camera.

“Thank you for the card, I loved it.”

Wen Zhi secretly glared at the donkey and continued to bury his head, not wanting to see anyone.

"Can you put it in my safe?"

When talking about the safe, Wen Zhi's resentment intensified.

He said bluntly: "It's up to you whether you want to put it there or not. Anyway, you won't show me your safe, and you won't tell me the password."

[What's going on? ? ］

[Oh my goodness, so you are this kind of Mr. Si. ］

[Mr. Si secretly bought a safe without Wen Zhi knowing the password! That’s too much! ］

[That’s right, Wen Zhi looked so aggrieved, his face turned red. ］

Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi lazily: "If you want to know the password to my safe, you have to exchange something for it."

Wen Zhi knew that Si Mingchen was trying to trick him again and didn't intend to be fooled.

"I don't have anything, and I don't want to know."

Wen Zhi's face turned red and his hair was messy due to excitement, like a wronged dog.

Si Mingchen was not in a hurry and continued to induce him: "Are you really not going to change it? The things inside are all the precious things I have from junior high school to now."

Hearing these words, Wen Zhi's faith was shaken.

Simingchen said, "If you can open it, everything inside will be given to you."

Wen Zhi glanced sideways: "Really?"

Simingchen nodded.

Wen Zhi was half-believing and half-doubting, hesitating with his chin in his hand.

[Wow, is this the happiness of rich people? ］

[Giving away safes at every turn, 666. ］

[From what Wen Zhi said, there must be a lot of treasures in Si Mingchen’s safe. Are you just going to give it away like that? ］

[Open it quickly! Let me take a look at the boss's safe. ］

[Wow, I just randomly clicked on the live broadcast after get off work at night, and I was able to see Si Mingchen’s safe. I felt like I had made a fortune. ］

"Then what do you want from me? I have nothing." Wen Zhi said seriously, "Even I am yours."

Si Mingchen's eyes moved slightly, showing a special tenderness: "Come here, I will tell you quietly."

Wen Zhi was very well behaved. He leaned close to Si Mingchen's lips and listened to him speak. Si Mingchen lowered his head and said a few words, and Wen Zhi's expression instantly became mixed with a bit of ridicule and embarrassment.

Simingchen raised his eyebrows: "Is it okay?"

Wen Zhi reluctantly said, "Okay."

So, Si Mingchen stood up and took Wen Zhi to the safe.

[Ahhh, what are these two talking about? ］

What exactly was exchanged? I want to listen! ］

[It can’t be those unspeakable things, hehe. ］

[How annoying! I want to hear it too! ］

The safe is very heavy, weighing about 200 pounds, and is embedded in the inside of the cabinet, 80 cm high.

The black metal on the outside makes it look low-key and luxurious. Wen Zhi rubbed it carefully with his palm: "What's the password?"

Si Mingchen whispered in his ear: "It's your birthday."

Wen Zhi suddenly felt that he had suffered a loss. Even if he tried secretly, this safe would probably be opened. That way there would be no need to cede land or pay compensation in exchange for Si Mingchen.

Wen Zhi sighed and leaned against the safe, turning it gently. Soon the safe opened with a click.

The phone was held by Si Mingchen, and the live camera was shaking a little, but netizens' enthusiasm remained unabated, and they stared intently at the inside of the safe.

Wen Zhi sat cross-legged on the ground and took out the things one by one.

In his hand was a photo album.

Wen Zhi glanced at Si Mingchen, opened the photo album, and what caught his eyes were photos of Wen Zhi wearing school uniform.

His high school campus life was very rich, with photos of him performing dramas on stage, playing the harp, and there were also some daily photos of him raising the flag and giving speeches under the national flag.

Memories were like a scroll, suddenly spreading out before his eyes.

“Did you take these photos?”

Wen Zhi raised his head, his eyes had not calmed down for a long time.

Si Mingchen squatted down: "Yeah."

"But we weren't allowed to bring cell phones in high school. How could you take so many photos secretly?"

Si Mingchen: "Because I'm in the photography club."

Wen Zhi suddenly realized: "Oh~ So you are this kind of Si Mingchen."

The close interaction between the two completely stunned the netizens who were watching the live broadcast.

[so? Are they really childhood sweethearts? ］

[Oh my god, come to think of it, these two have been in love for at least ten years. ］

[Secret love + ten years of relationship, I’m really overwhelmed. ］

[Sure enough, good men are picked away from childhood. ］

Holding the photo album tightly in his arms, Wen Zhi continued to look at other things.

There were some jewels and accessories inside, all left by Si Mingchen's mother. Wen Zhi just glanced at them and quickly put them away. What interested him more were some small objects below.

"This is..." Wen Zhi took out a dark green porcelain bowl, his eyes glowing with brilliance: "It's still here?"

[What, is this an antique? ］

[It is obvious that this bowl is a preserved jade artifact. The bowl is in good condition. ］

[Hiss, is it really an antique? Why do I feel that it looks so much like the new Chinese tableware in my house? One hundred dollars for four…］

Si Mingchen took the bowl and said, "Well, you forgot to take the bowl with you, so I'll leave it here."

Wen Zhi smiled and said, "This is what my aunt bought from the vegetable market. It seems to be ten yuan each."

Si Mingchen: "Well, but this bowl means a lot to me. Someone crossed mountains and rivers and secretly brought it to me."

Wen Zhi teased: "Then why don't you carve a word?"

Si Mingchen: "Wen Si's bowl?"

Wen Zhi suppressed her shame and said, "Okay."

[What a great Wen Si. ］

[They really have a story, so sweet. ］

[I am becoming more and more curious as to why they were so cold to each other when they started recording the dating show. ］

[Blind guess that they had a quarrel. ］

[It was true that Mr. Si was not proactive at all at that time. ］

After searching for a long time, Wen Zhi finally opened his eyes. There were indeed many treasures in Si Mingchen's safe, and the beautiful items were precious enough.

At this time, he saw a SpongeBob SquarePants water cup, but he racked his brains but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Si Mingchen looked at him and reminded him, "That winter, I gave you a small winter melon and you gave me a water cup."

Wen Zhi suddenly realized: "Is it the thermos cup I picked out at the ten-yuan store?"

Ten years ago, two-dollar stores were more popular. After Wen Zhi received the little winter melon from Si Mingchen that day, he picked out the cutest thermos cup at the ten-yuan store as a return gift.

But later, he never saw Si Mingchen use it, and thought that Si Mingchen didn't like it, so he forgot about it.

Si Mingchen: "Well, this is the first gift you gave me."

Wen Zhiju gave it to him: "Then why don't you use it?"

Si Mingchen: "I can't bear to do that."

In fact, what he said was not false, but he really couldn't bear to do so.

At first he planned to use it in the new semester, but Wen Zhi blocked him not long after, and a month later, he went abroad.

Before going abroad, he didn't take much with him. All the things his mother left him were deposited in a credit bank. The rest, apart from daily necessities, were memories of Wen Zhi.

All these things can't even fill up a suitcase.

Wen Zhi could guess what Si Mingchen was thinking, so he raised his hand and touched his chin: "You can use it now. If it breaks, I'll buy you another one."

Si Mingchen raised the thermos cup and looked at it solemnly: "That's fine."

[Ahhh, this is so sweet. You two are here just to torture the dogs! ］

[Full of memories, the two-dollar store was a very trendy place in my mind back then. I didn’t expect that Wen Zhi, at such a young age, would actually go to the ten-dollar store! ］

[I am sorry for being so presumptuous to talk about the love affair between these two tall, rich and handsome men. ］

[After watching today's live broadcast, I can especially understand Mr. Si's deep affection. No wonder he looks at Wen Zhi with such deep affection. The foundation was laid since childhood. ］

After looking at the contents of the safe, Wen Zhi is about to go off the air. Simingchen said at this time: "My mother's things are not suitable for boys to wear, but I still want to give them to you. You can keep them."

Wen Zhi: "How can this be so embarrassing? Keep it for yourself. If you miss our mom, come and see her."

Si Mingchen took his hand: "Okay."

After saying goodbye to the audience, the two turned off the live broadcast. The staff responsible for monitoring traffic in the background were reluctant to leave, because tonight's live broadcast traffic hit a record high this year, even more likes and views than the last time a top streamer promoted a new movie.

That night, Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi’s ten-year relationship once again became a hot topic. The most popular Weibo account compiled the details of the two people's live broadcast into a text version and shared it with netizens, sparking widespread discussion.

The comment section this time was very clean. Although not all voices were praises and envy, the inexplicable group criticism had completely disappeared.

Si Mingchen's affection and loyalty won praise from many people. In just one night, the share price of Si Sheng Group increased by more than 30 billion yuan, and more and more people cast their curious eyes on Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen.

Qingwan immediately contacted Wen Zhi and asked him whether the safe incident was carefully planned by the two of them. When she got a negative answer from Wen Zhi, she was surprised.

She couldn't believe that there was actually someone who would keep a cheap thermos cup and a ten-dollar porcelain bowl in a safe worth tens of billions.

It seems that Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi have a very good relationship.

Qing Wan couldn't help but be curious. Since the two of them had such a good relationship, why had she never heard Wen Zhi mention Si Mingchen a few years ago, and had she never heard any news that Wen Zhi had a big boss backing him up?

However, Qingwan is a smart man. He knows that the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. As long as it does not interfere with Wen Zhi's career, there is no need to dig deep to find the answer.

A week has passed in a flash, and Wen Zhi's filming of the movie "Hope" is about to come to an end.

The intensive shooting of the past two days was a bit overwhelming for him. Unfortunately, recording "True or Fake Lovers" took up too much of his time. In order to catch up with the progress, he had to reshoot scenes day and night.

Song Chengyu’s scenes have been almost finished, and he only has three important scenes left to act opposite Wen Zhi. But at the request of the director and Wen Zhi, he would stay at the filming location to guide Wen Zhi when he was free.

With Song Chengyu's support, Wen Zhi has become even more powerful, and his acting skills have improved like a rocket. He always feels that he is bound to win the golden man.

During the fragmented rest period, Wen Zhi would lean back in a chair with a teapot in his arms and take a nap. Jiang Xingnan would also come over every two or three days, and even more frequently in the past two days. Jiang Xingnan had clearly finished filming, so why was he still going to the crew? Wen Zhi looked at the expressions and movements of Jiang Xingnan and Song Chengyu as they looked at each other, and gradually revealed a perverted smile.

"Xiao Zhi, I brought you some candy." Jiang Xingnan sat next to Wen Zhi, and his complexion was obviously much better than before.

"Thank you." Wen Zhi peeled off the candy wrapper and looked at Song Chengyu who was sitting on the other side. "Brother Song, do you have any candy? Do you want me to share some with you?"

Song Chengyu smiled gently: "Thank you, I have it."

Wen Zhi felt more and more that something was not right between the two of them.

Jiang Xingnan just arrived, and Song Chengyu has been here the whole time and hasn't gone anywhere, so when did Jiang Xingnan give Song Chengyu the candy?

"Brother Song, I think you've been in a very good mood recently. Is there any good news?"

Song Chengyu answered seriously: "There is indeed good news, but I can't tell you for the time being."

Wen Zhi stretched out his tone meaningfully: "Oh? Then when can I know?"

Song Chengyu glanced at Jiang Xingnan and said, "Wait a little longer."

Wen Zhi ate two pieces of chocolate in succession, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, don't forget to treat me to wedding candy when the time comes."

Song Chengyu raised his eyebrows: "Definitely."

Jiang Xingnan treated us to afternoon tea today. Wen Zhi held a cup of warm ginger tea and chatted with Si Mingchen.

Si Mingchen has been busy these past two days and has almost no time to video chat with him, let alone visit the crew.

Jiang Xingnan looked at Wen Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, are you going to have an intimate scene with Teacher Song tomorrow?"

Wen Zhi nodded slowly: "Yes, it is a very important scene. The director has been giving me guidance these past two days."

Jiang Xingnan nodded: "Do you need a double for intimate scenes?"

Wen Zhi's mind still didn't come to his senses. "Do you want to be my substitute?"

In the entertainment industry, in addition to action scene stunt doubles, there are also intimate scene stunt doubles, which are very common.

Jiang Xingnan laughed out loud: "No, it was just that Teacher Song chatted with me a few days ago. He was worried that you would need a stand-in, and asked if the crew had any preparations."

Wen Zhi was actually a little conflicted.

Logically speaking, they are filmmakers and can be considered half-artistic people.

It's okay to make some sacrifices for art.

It was this intimate scene. Although the script described it in detail, there was not much description of the actions. He was not sure whether he needed to take off all his clothes and get into bed with Song Seung-woo.

Moreover, many directors have the habit of changing the script at the last minute while filming. If the director wants them to be more passionate, he will indeed feel shy and embarrassed.

Moreover, intimate scenes have to have a limit.

He can't accept anything more than that.

"Where's Song? Does he need a stand-in?"

Jiang Xingnan shook his head: "He never uses a body double when filming."

"Martial arts action scenes too?"

"Um."

Wen Zhi sincerely admired Song Chengyu.

Otherwise, he is a famous movie star.

This professionalism is really worth learning from.

After finishing filming in the afternoon, Song Chengyu invited Wen Zhi to have hotpot together in the evening. It is still very cold in the north in April, so you should not take off your down jacket around the Qingming Festival.

Wen Zhi agreed without hesitation.

The three of them found a nearby farmhouse, ordered a lot of nourishing mutton and beef, and opened two bottles of beer for hotpot.

"Xiao Wen, how are you and Mr. Si doing recently?" Song Chengyu had heard about what happened between the two of them, but as a concerned friend, he still took the initiative to ask.

Jiang Xingnan can't eat food that is too hot, so all the hot pot dishes need to be cooled down. Song Chengyu asked the restaurant for a set of bowls and chopsticks to help Jiang Xingnan cool the dishes down.

Wen Zhi held up his chin, his eyes moving between the two of them: "We are fine, just like you."

Jiang Xingnan's face suddenly turned red: "Teacher Song and I have nothing."

Wen Zhi obviously didn't believe it: "Oh."

Song Chengyu smiled lightly: "I didn't expect that you and Mr. Si have been married for four years, and your relationship is still so good. Do you have any secret to maintaining it?"

Wen Zhi naturally couldn't tell Song Chengyu that the way to maintain a passionate love relationship was to want to divorce once in the middle. He asked back: "Brother Song is so anxious to ask for experience, is there something good going on?"

Song Chengyu replied gently: "Just asking."

Wen Zhi poured himself a glass of beer: "There's no special method, I just want to be a little clingy."

"Oh?" Song Chengyu seemed to be considering Wen Zhi's answer seriously, "Have you always been like this?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "Almost. It has been like this since high school."

Song Chengyu thought for a moment, "I see. By the way, do you need me to tell you about tomorrow's scene?"

Wen Zhi realized it was that fight, and shook his head like a rattle: "No need."

Song Chengyu: "Do you need a body double? If you do, that's fine. Just tell the director right away. I can act with anyone."

Song Chengyu's words made Wen Zhi blush.

If he had to care about these intimate scenes, it would seem a bit petty.

"No, I don't need it."

Jiang Xingnan smiled and said, "Xiao Wen, do you know that the director and the screenwriter have revised this scene?"

Wen Zhi was indeed confused: "Ah? Change the play? I don't know."

Song Chengyu was also very surprised: "This scene was changed by the director when you and Mr. Si were recording a variety show. I thought he told you about it."

Wen Zhi: "What has it changed to?"

Song Chengyu: "I'll send it to you."

When Wen Zhi finished reading the files on his phone, he felt confused.

Who can tell him why such a simple scene of pulling lanterns was changed by the director to be so sentimental?

And the kissing scenes of fingers and Adam's apple?

Wen Zhi held his head in annoyance. He had never kissed Si Mingchen's Adam's apple or fingers.

Isn’t this too lewd?

Song Chengyu was afraid that he would be anxious: "It's okay, if you feel uncomfortable during the shooting tomorrow, feel free to tell me."

Wen Zhi waved his hand: "I'm fine, I can do it."

Song Chengyu has been in the industry for so many years and has come across all types of partners, but the only ones as young as him are Jiang Xingnan and Wen Zhi.

However, Wen Zhi and Jiang Xingnan have very different personalities. One is a passionate and outgoing loudspeaker, while the other is a sentimental and taciturn person. Each has his or her own characteristics.

When Jiang Xingnan was filming the kissing scene with him, he was obviously worried to death, but still refused to say anything. Despite the torment he felt, he still completed the task.

After eating hot pot, the three drove to the hotel. When passing by the parking lot, Wen Zhi ran into an acquaintance.

Sang Qi has been in a bad state recently. His beard is untidy and his suit is wrinkled. He looks very sloppy.

He reeked of alcohol and wanted to get closer to Jiang Xingnan, but was blocked two meters away by Song Chengyu.

At the same time, the bodyguard who had been following Wen Zhi in the dark also got out of the car quickly, ready to rush up at any time.

Sang Qi saw Wen Zhi was there too, his eyes were clearly filled with impatience and disgust. When he looked at Jiang Xingnan again, his voice softened: "Xingnan, can you come home with me? I was wrong in the past. I used those things to threaten you. I was wrong and mean. Can you give me another chance for the sake of our years of relationship?"

Sang Qi said this very humbly. Wen Zhi had never seen Sang Qi with this expression before. If he didn't know that Sang Qi had checked into a hotel many times with other people while dating Jiang Xingnan, he would have believed it.

"Sang Qi, do you need me to tell Xingnan how many people you have been to the hotel with?"

Wen Zhi said bluntly with a straight face: "Now you have nothing. It's hard for people to doubt your motives if you come here to ask for forgiveness."

Sang Qi's face was gloomy: "It's not your turn to interfere in what happens between Xingnan and me."

Wen Zhi sneered: "Haven't you meddled in my affairs with Si Mingchen enough? Everything you have now is just the reward for the bad things you did back then."

Sang Qi glared at him: "Sure enough, after making his relationship with Si Mingchen public, his demeanor is different and he speaks with more confidence."

Wen Zhi was about to ridicule Director Sang Qi for the black trending search, but was afraid that Si Mingchen had his own plans, which would alert Sang Qi, so he said lightly: "Evil will be punished, so wish yourself good luck."

After saying that, he signaled with his eyes for Song Chengyu to take Jiang Xingnan away.

From the time Jiang Xingnan met Sang Qi to the time he got in the car, he never made any eye contact with him, and even when Sang Qi played the emotional card, it was of no use.

Before getting into the car, Song Chengyu stared at Sang Qi silently. The warmth in his eyes completely disappeared, and was replaced by a layer of coldness.

As for Sang Qi, he stared at Wen Zhi with resentment and hatred deep in his eyes.

…

Back at the hotel, Wen Zhi felt creepy when he recalled the look in Sang Qi's eyes, and quickly told Si Mingchen all the details of tonight.

Simingchen was working, frowning: "You should be careful when you see Sang Qi next time. Don't think it's troublesome to bring the bodyguard I assigned to you with you at all times. I will be careful myself, and you should be careful too."

Wen Zhi: "Well, okay."

The two haven't video chatted for a long time and miss each other very much. Wen Zhi talked a lot to Si Mingchen, and finally hesitated when it came to whether to tell Si Mingchen that she was going to shoot a kissing scene tomorrow.

Anyway, Si Mingchen already knew that he and Song Chengyu had intimate scenes, and the other party had even read the script many times. There was actually no need to tell him in detail about the kissing scene tomorrow, right?

It would be so embarrassing if Si Mingchen came over tomorrow to watch him filming a kissing scene.

Moreover, based on Si Mingchen's personality and his identity as an investor, the director might not be so relaxed, and the same goes for Song Chengyu.

"It's basically fine, go to bed early."

Whenever Wen Zhi hid something or lied to Si Mingchen, he would obviously feel guilty. Others might not be able to see it, but Si Mingchen could see through it at a glance.

"Are you really alright?"

"Of course, I'm going to bed."

Si Mingchen's brows were deep and he looked at Wen Zhi quietly.

"Okay, go to bed, good night."

Wen Zhi was flustered: "Good night."

…

The next day, Wen Zhi got up early and put on makeup. Holding the script, he secretly brainwashed himself that it was normal to sacrifice for art and today's filming would go very smoothly.

"Nervous?"

At this time, Song Chengyu came over in costume.

Wen Zhi looked at Song Chengyu in the mirror and shook his head: "Why should I be nervous? It's not like I haven't acted before. It's the most appropriate description of me to say that I've been through a lot of battles."

Song Chengyu laughed softly: "Then I feel relieved."

As soon as Song Chengyu left, Wen Zhi looked worried. Qing Wan looked at his distressed look and teased, "This is your idol, is it necessary to suffer like this?"

Wen Zhi shook his head slowly: "You don't understand. As a married man, I don't like to have physical contact with anyone except Si Mingchen."

Qing Wan: "It's art, normal."

Wen Zhi said firmly: "Yes, it's normal."

After preparing himself mentally, Wen Zhi walked to the set with chubby steps.

Looking at the soft and comfortable big bed and the ambiguous lighting in front of him, he suddenly felt fortunate that Simingchen didn't know about this.

Otherwise, filming this kind of scene with Song Chengyu in front of Si Mingchen would be simply perverted.

Wen Zhi began to repent, hoping that after the film was released, Si Mingchen would see this scene and not torment him.

Not long ago, he ceded land and paid compensation, and agreed to Si Mingchen's excessive conditions. He tried the balcony and bathroom and almost fell apart.

Wen Zhi suddenly began to miss the life when he had to pay grain tax on a regular basis.

Although it was rigid at that time, it was also regular and restrained, and not life-threatening like it is now.

Wen Zhi was wearing pajamas, sitting on the bedside waiting for the lights to be adjusted. At this time, the director called out, "Xiao Zhi, come here for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Wen Zhixiao ran over: "What's the matter?"

Director: "Teacher Song has some concerns at the last minute, so I hope to use a bed as a substitute for you in the scene."

Wen Zhi was stunned: "Bed replacement?"

Looking at the densely packed equipment of the photography team, he was a little intimidated: "It's fine to use a bed substitute, but can I also use a bed substitute?" After all, he insisted on filming the movie himself, and he was also moved by Song Chengyu's professionalism and wanted to learn from him.

At present, it seems that Song Chengyu may have received some news in advance and temporarily planned to use a bed substitute.

Since Song Chengyu is going to use the bed as a substitute, it doesn't matter if he uses it.

Director: "Okay, but won't you take a look at Teacher Song's bed substitute before making a decision?"

Wen Zhi frowned slightly: "I won't watch it. I filmed this scene purely for the restoration of the script and the perfection of the movie, not because of who my partner is. Let alone Song Chengyu, even if it is Ultraman Tiga, I can still film it. But the current situation is that Song Chengyu wants to use a bed substitute, so in order to unite with him, I will use it too."

The director smiled: "You said that?"

Wen Zhi: "Well, use it."

At this moment, the director clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Song's bed stand-in, please communicate with Mr. Wen."

Not far away, a man in a black coat, sitting on a swivel chair with his back to everyone, turned around gently.

Si Mingchen said: "Mr. Wen, let's talk."