An Nan was lost in her thoughts, and didn't hear what she was saying clearly, so she just responded casually: "Hm."
After she replied, Lan Xinru glanced at someone's unpleasant expression and felt a flash of triumph in her heart once again.
No need to think much, she could already tell how aggrieved this woman must feel. The man she loves was actually willing to cook for another woman, and he was such an outstanding man, who in her heart was supposed to be someone held in high esteem.
Lan Xinru's guess was correct; Zhang Ziyin's heart at this moment was filled with more disbelief alongside her grievance. Aside from these complex emotions, there was a strong jealousy within her heart, a jealousy of the woman's luck. Yet she still didn't want to believe that such an excellent man truly loved her.
The late-night meal was filled with hidden agendas among the crowd.
