Jiang Sifan froze for a moment when he heard that.
That's right, Lu Fan wasn't here.
'Why am I so nervous?'
He looked over at Wen Wan. She was holding her milk tea, her lips pursed as she took small, slow sips, looking like she was enjoying herself.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax.
Just then, Old Luo's phone rang.
He took it out, and his expression immediately turned respectful. He stepped aside to answer the call, speaking a few words in a low voice.
Jiang Sifan vaguely overheard him say things like "The young master is here," "Okay," and "I understand."
After hanging up, Old Luo walked back over and said to Jiang Sifan, "Young Master, that was the boss just now."
Jiang Sifan froze again, asking nervously, "What did he say?"
"The boss said he's coming back from Yangcheng right away and asked you to wait for him," Old Luo replied with a smile.
