The next day.
Hong Fei was still lying in bed when Big Head sent him a message.
Dear Boss, Ms. Wanda would like to meet with you. She is waiting in the reception room on the seventh floor of Sky Base.
Hong Fei gently moved Helen Zhao's leg off his waist, got up, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
The moment he pushed open the door, Wanda, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up.
As Hong Fei walked inside, he said, "What's so urgent that you came looking for me so early in the morning?"
Wanda's brows were slightly furrowed, and traces of worry floated in her eyes.
Only after Hong Fei sat down beside her did she finally speak.
"Do you remember the question you asked me last time?"
Hong Fei asked in return, "Which one?"
"About dreams."
Hong Fei suddenly understood and grew interested. "Dreaming itself isn't unusual. Did you have some kind of different dream?"
If he had said that before, Wanda would very likely have taken it as flirting.
But today was completely different.
Wanda nodded seriously, then slowly explained her confusion and questions.
Ever since Hong Fei had casually mentioned dreams last time, although Wanda had initially thought he was deliberately teasing her, she had subconsciously remembered it. From then on, she began paying attention to her dreams.
Everything that happened in dreams was usually dismissed as absurd fantasy after waking up, but because Hong Fei had brought it up, Wanda could not help believing that everything in her dreams had a deep connection to her thoughts in reality.
Of course, even that could not truly prove anything.
Until the night before last.
Wanda fell asleep peacefully as usual.
Yet this dream completely overturned her previous misunderstanding of Hong Fei and gave rise