But she may know that Bruce and Zatanna have a relationship, so she doesn't want to see Zatanna.

"Okay." Wen agreed without thinking.

But her reason for agreeing was very simple. She had just asked Diana to help her, and then rejected the other party's proposal to match her with Zatanna. From Diana's tone, it seemed that she thought it was better to keep it a secret.

Then keep it a secret.

As a result, two people with completely different thinking directions happily reached a consensus with each other.

After hanging up the phone, Wen couldn't help but sigh to Wendy: "How do you think these superheroes, who are so simple and easy to talk to, can fight against those super heroes who are full of bad intentions?"

She didn't leave the airport, bought a burrito with only ketchup, and sat in the empty VIP lounge to eat it.

Wendy appeared again, wearing a crimson and black leather dance dress with a white ribbon tightly tied around her chest.

She sat on the table, slowly tightened her calves in white silk stockings, all the way to her thighs, and then stood on tiptoes in mid-air. Her feet formed a beautiful arc in the silk dance shoes, light and

The ground criss-crossed repeatedly, leaving almost an afterimage on the slender ankles.

"Do you like ballet?" Wen asked while chewing a burrito.

Wendy's volleying dance continued, but her brows furrowed.

"Don't talk while you're eating!" she said. "Be polite!"

"You're too harsh. There are only two of us here - only one of us -" Wen thought about it distressedly, "Forget it, you know what I mean."

"When you are alone, you show your upbringing. Would you run a red light without surveillance? Would you kill someone without leaving evidence?"

Wen thought for a moment: "Actually, you also know the answer to this question... Just because you won't do it, it means I will do it."

Wendy looked away patiently.

Even then her dancing continued, and she didn't answer Wen's questions at all.

Wen finally finished the burrito, watched Wendy's dancing for a while, and said, "I like ballet."

Wendy's movements stopped abruptly.

Wen asked curiously: "Since you don't like ballet, why do you still dance so well?"

Wendy said: "Whatever I do, I hope I can do my best."
Chapter completed!