Wanwan, I'm Seriously Pursuing You

Pressing the answer button, Shen Wan didn't immediately speak.

On the other end, there seemed to be a lot of patience, a standoff where neither side would speak until the other did, like a childish tug-of-war, where the first one to break the silence would lose.

After a while—

"Why, you can't even say 'hello'?"

Shen Wan smiled calmly, "Sixth Lord."

"Good girl."

"..."

"Look ahead."

Shen Wan was slightly taken aback and instinctively turned her head. She saw a black Mercedes parked not far away. Quan Hanting was in the driver's seat, holding a phone, his deep black eyes fixed on her.

Perhaps the sunlight had dazzled her, but Shen Wan actually saw the corners of the man's lips lifted high.

Sixth Lord was imposing, dignified, high, and unattainable, naturally, his smile was shallow, light, and cold.

But in that split second just now, Shen Wan saw an outward, exuberant, and unrestrained joy.