"No, I don't envy anyone; I think we are best the way we are." An Lan adjusted her thoughts and leaned back onto Huo Zhanting's shoulder, happily watching Zhang Ya with a blessing smile.
Huo Zhanting lowered his head to glance at An Lan, his gaze falling on her hair whorl. He always felt that something just flashed through his mind, but unfortunately, he couldn't grasp it.
Two minutes later, Zhang Ya, who had just come in angrily demanding to resign, was now holding a pink heart-shaped ring box, walked up to An Lan, ostensibly asking for advice but actually showing off subtly.
"Lanlan, I haven't agreed to An Xuan's proposal, and he already gave me this ring. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
An Lan's mouth twitched slightly, feeling for the first time that love could control one's thoughts, "This was originally yours; he just gave it to you earlier. I hope you can go easy on him, give my straightforward brother some slack."
