He was about to say that he was already on his way.
Wen Yi said, "That's just as well, the weather is bad, it started snowing tonight, you don't need to make a special trip, I'll just take my brother's car to the office tomorrow, you should go home by yourself."
Exactly as he had anticipated.
His voice suddenly turned cold, "Is it really because of the weather, or are you using the weather as an excuse because you don't want to go home?"
"..."
"It's been snowing for two or three hours now, didn't you know?"
"Is it affecting traffic, can my car not make it through?"
Wen Yi kept silent for a moment, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snow fluttering outside the glass, and said indifferently, "Then just assume that I don't want to return to the manor to sleep tonight, I will go back to the Wen Family to have dinner and spend the night, that shouldn't be too much, right?"
