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Chapter 2967

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She thought that Shi Xiaoya would be sitting next to her.

She didn't expect that Wei Wucai would be sitting next to her.

On the other side of Wei Wucai was Han Zhuofeng, and on the other side of Han Zhuofeng was Shi Xiaoya.

As a result, if Yan Zhiqing wanted to chat with Shi Xiaoya, there were two people in between. It was really too difficult.

While she was chatting with Fang Qiaohan, Wei Wucai happened to be able to see Yan Zhiqing's phone screen when he lowered his eyes slightly.

However, Wei Wucai was very gentlemanly and didn't peek.

But because of his initial curiosity, he couldn't help but take a glance. With a glance, he happened to see the photo that Fang Qiaohan had sent.

Wei Wucai was in this line of work.

How could he not know?

With just one glance, he knew Yan Zhiqing's plan.

However, he didn't want Yan Zhiqing to feel awkward or to appear as if he was sneaking a peek. Hence, he only took a glance and then looked away.

Yan Zhiqing remembered that he was sitting next to her, so she didn't think too much about it. She just instinctively tilted her head and glanced at Wei Wucai.

Seeing that Wei Wucai was looking straight ahead, she didn't know if Wei Wucai had seen her conversation with Fang Qiaohan just now.

Yan Zhiqing felt a little uneasy.

If Wei Wucai saw it, would he think that she was vicious or something?

Yan Zhiqing still didn't understand why she cared so much about Wei Wucai's opinion.

After she ended her conversation with Fang Qiaohan, she asked softly, "Did you see my conversation with Qiaohan just now?"

Wei Wucai froze for a moment and asked, "Qiaohan?"

He clearly didn't know who Qiaohan was.

Yan Zhiqing explained softly, "She's my assistant."

Yan Zhiqing bit her lip and asked, "Did you see that just now?"

"I just glanced at it and didn't look at it again. I'm not the kind of person who peeks at other people's conversations," Wei Wucai said without looking sideways.

Yan Zhiqing: "…"

Didn't he still see it?

She didn't know what Wei Wucai thought of her.

She still remembered that this man didn't seem to have a good impression of her at first, so his attitude towards her was also average.

But now, it seemed like he didn't find her annoying?

At least, he was willing to talk to her and was worried about her safety.

From the way Wei Wucai interacted with her recently, he didn't seem to hate her.

But seeing her chat with Fang Qiaohan, with Wei Wucai's intelligence, he must have guessed what she was planning.

She wondered if he would think that she was a vicious person who schemed against others behind their backs.

Yan Zhiqing was blindly pondering in her heart when she saw Wei Wucai slowly hand over a cell phone.

Yan Zhiqing instinctively looked down and saw a large QR code on the screen.

Yan Zhiqing was still puzzled when she heard Wei Wucai say, "Add me as a friend first, and we can talk on the phone."

If he said that, it was inevitable that someone would hear it.

Yan Zhiqing understood Wei Wucai's intentions. She didn't expect him to be so considerate of her.

She looked down and scanned Wei Wucai's QR code and added him as a friend.

Then, she saw Wei Wucai quickly tapping on the screen.

His hand speed was surprisingly fast.

Yan Zhiqing didn't know if it was because of the Lanshan Compound, but she felt that Wei Wucai was especially good at everything.

She couldn't help but contact the Lanshan Compound.

She saw that he was only tapping on the screen with his thumb, and his fast movements were especially beautiful.

Just as she thought this, she received a message from Wei Wucai. "I did see it by accident just now. I didn't mean to peek."

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