When Tan Wenci heard this, he was heartbroken. "So you're worried about troubling your uncle? Then just don't ask him to send you."
Tan Mo: "..."
Tan Wenci hugged Xu Mingzhen's arm sadly. "Sigh, I don't know since when, but our daughter's heart aches for Wei Zhiqian more than it does for us."
"No, that's not true!" Tan Mo hurriedly shook her head.
Don't put the blame on her.
Xu Mingzhen couldn't help but laugh, but she still stood on her husband's side. "Then we'll have to trouble Zhiqian."
"..." Wei Zhiqian smiled. "It's no trouble."
Hence, in Wei Zhiqian's car, other than Tan Mo, Xu Mingzhen and Tan Wenci were also around.
Furthermore, although Tan Wenci was middle-aged, he had swiftly gotten into the passenger seat on Wei Zhiqian's car with the excuse that he wanted to chat with him.
Tan Mo and Xu Mingzhen sat in the back row.
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
