When there were no outsiders in the restroom, the two women didn't bother to put on an act.
An Han washed her hands and saw Chu Wanqing hadn't left, so she stopped and looked at the woman.
At home, An Han wore fuzzy slippers with two very cute bunny ears. Even wearing flat shoes, her aura was stronger than Chu Wanqing's in high heels.
"Why aren't you eating?" An Han asked nonchalantly.
Chu Wanqing gave a smug smile, "Xiao Zhan is eating the corn I grilled."
"Oh!" An Han responded indifferently with a single word.
As if to say, eating corn is nothing worth boasting about.
A person with a strong heart doesn't care what others say or do.
An Han finally understood the meaning of this phrase.
"Stop right there!"
Chu Wanqing called out to her.
"Anything else?"
An Han with hands in her pockets, feeling utterly relaxed.
