Bai Xiaosheng entered the café with Lin Weiwei, Lei Ying, and the butler Huang, walking all the way to Wen Yan's table.
Wen Yan and the handsome middle-aged white man stood up one after another, smiling as they looked at Bai Xiaosheng.
"We meet again, Mr. Bai. Truly, it must be fate!" Wen Yan smiled and extended his hand.
Seeing Bai Xiaosheng, he appeared genuinely pleased.
"Mr. Wen Yan, have you already figured out who I am?" Bai Xiaosheng smiled, his tone laced with meaning.
Then, as he extended his hand to shake, he added, "Because I, on the other hand, know absolutely nothing about you!"
Wen Yan, Ruan Yu?
The names sounded like pseudonyms.
Right now, Wen Yan's refusal to reveal his identity seemed a bit insincere.
While shaking hands with Bai Xiaosheng, Wen Yan maintained his smile. "You'll find out eventually, Mr. Bai. No need to rush right now!"
He still wasn't willing to say more.
Bai Xiaosheng didn't insist either.
