Zhuang Yichen didn't immediately step back from Wen Nan, lightly biting her lower lip, as if still contemplating the possibility of a kiss.
The office park security guard stood by the door, knocked on the car window, and peered inside, saying, "You can't park here. It's peak hours, you'll cause a traffic jam, so hurry up and move forward."
Only then did Zhuang Yichen sheepishly withdraw her hand and retreat to the seat beside.
"I'll get out first," Wen Nan said as he opened the door, thanking her before getting out without looking back.
Zhuang Yichen moved to the side of the car and rolled down the window, shouting, "Husband!"
A clear call caused the pedestrians rushing to work around to glance over at the car.
Wen Nan helplessly walked back and bent down, "What is it?"
Zhuang Yichen asked, "When are you getting off work?"
"Not sure," Wen Nan thought of his mainline task and the other characters he had to explore, replying ambiguously, "It depends on the situation."
