Song Wanning remembered that delivering clothes every night was the first step that Jian Anan and Wen Jingxing were familiar with - pretending to meet by chance.
And even if she gave her clothes, Jian Anan had no good intentions and found different ways to give her expensive clothes every day.
This program was originally designed to simulate the lives of ordinary people. The other guests were all dressed so simply, but Song Wanning dressed so flamboyantly every day that she eventually lost all her popularity among the public.
"Then...is he in there?" Jian Anan secretly tiptoed and looked into the house.
But Song Wanning was taller than her, so Jian Anan couldn't see anything.
Song Wanning looked at the other party's cautious expression, as if she was afraid that she would notice it. She snorted in her heart. It seemed that she would not go back until she achieved her goal. Suddenly, she became playful.
She pretended to be confused and asked, "Who does he mean?"
Knowing that Jian Anan was looking for Wen Jingxing, Song Wanning insisted that she tell him his name.
"Um, it's Wen...Wen Jingxing."
Perhaps it was the first time she did such a shameful thing, Jane Anan's face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.
"He's not here, you don't need to look for him."
After saying this, Song Wanning's patience was exhausted and she closed the door.
This time, Jian Anan learned her lesson and didn't dare to reach out to stop them. She looked at the closed door and could only leave indignantly.
The two people who were talking didn't notice.
In the shadow of the trees not far away, stood a tall and slender figure, taking in the scene that had just happened.
Wen Jingxing put one hand in his pocket, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, it was unclear whether it was a smile or a mockery.
Behind him, Cheng Mu was running hurriedly with a pile of documents in his arms.
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