Amidst the dazzling array of luxury goods, Qiao An was still simply slurping her milk tea. Mu Zimo quietly opened a cup for her; he would open them, and she would drink them, for a lifetime.
Looking completely resigned, Lin Han was picking out gifts, most of which were for business and social functions.
Just as Qiao An finished off all the milk tea, Lin Han finally looked up and invited them, "Perfect timing. Let's all have dinner together. Ji Ran is just upstairs playing."
At the mention of Ji Ran, Qiao An immediately nodded in eager agreement, while only Mu Zimo's expression turned a little grim.
'On our last date, we were surrounded by third wheels. This time, I finally had a rare chance for the two of us to just chat and shop, and now we had to run into Lin Han.'
The incredibly perceptive Lin Han instantly got why Mu Zimo was unhappy, but she just smiled without a word. 'Serves you right, you little brat. That's what you get for not speaking up.'
