Mr. Wang gently nodded and said, "Yes."
Then he walked over to sit in front of Gu Fuqiao and asked, "Are you Chen Ajiao?"
Chen Ajiao was the pen name that Gu Fuqiao had chosen for herself. Gu Fuqiao nodded and said, "Yes." For some reason, she didn't particularly like this Mr. Wang.
Although he looked refined and clear-cut, he could be considered a delicate man.
But she always felt that this Mr. Wang and that Ouyang Xuan seemed to be of the same ilk, and for some unknown reason, whenever she got close to Mr. Wang, she felt a bit uneasy and got goosebumps.
"Miss Chen, the stories you write are really quite entertaining," said the person using the pen name Yun Zhonghe to Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao nodded and then smiled slightly, saying, "As long as you like it, that's fine."
"By the way, my name is Wang Yunqing, let's get acquainted," Wang Yunqing extended a hand towards Gu Fuqiao.
That hand was fair and tender, clearly the hand of a scholarly person.
