Fu Shinian hung up the phone after saying that, and Wen Han, looking at his phone that had ended the call, tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he shifted his gaze to Wen Shaoyuan, who had learned a bit of what had been going on through Wen Han's conversation and was now slightly dodging his gaze.
Wen Han sighed and casually tossed his phone onto the table:
"Did you talk to Qiqi?"
"Yes," Wen Shaoyuan did not hide the fact: "Aunt Su is away on a business trip today, so I couldn't go to the studio as usual. Qiqi called me and expressed her hope that I would come to their house, but I was worried that you would be unhappy, so I didn't agree right away and wanted to ask your opinion."
Wen Han looked at Wen Shaoyuan:
"Why wouldn't I agree?"
Wen Shaoyuan didn't speak and just lowered his head.
