After a moment, a cold smile involuntarily appeared on Bai Wanwan's face.
She must have been blind before to think Feng Wuchen was gentle as jade and her best choice.
Now stepping out of her previous impressions of Feng Wuchen, she realized that Feng Wuchen was actually a genuine hypocrite, a scheming man masquerading as righteous.
A small piece of paper seemed full of concern and longing for her, but in reality, it was all just setting up for the last sentence.
He wanted to know if she had any more prophetic dreams recently.
With a cold laugh, Bai Wanwan quickly sat at her desk and wrote a reply to Feng Wuchen, then slipped it back into the bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg.
Just as the pigeon flew away, she heard Feng Changge's voice at the door.
"What's Wanwan doing?" Feng Changge strode in.
