This Miss Han definitely couldn't be Mrs. Tan, Han Min, so it could only be Tan Jincheng's aunt, Han Yingchuan.
"Ah Cheng."
Before Tan Jincheng could answer, Han Yingchuan's voice sounded from outside the door. It seemed she wasn't giving Tan Jincheng a chance to refuse.
The waiter had already stepped aside.
Gu Yi'an looked at Han Yingchuan, who stood at the door with a cold expression, her heart pounding.
Tan Jincheng glanced at Gu Yi'an, then said to Han Yingchuan, "Aunt, let me first take Anan and Zhengzheng home. Whatever it is, we can talk over the phone."
"What, do you think I'll eat them?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Han Yingchuan's eyes. "Am I a ferocious beast? Making you guys flee in the middle of your meal?"
When Han Yingchuan said this, her eyes were fixed on Gu Yi'an.
Gu Yi'an pursed her lips and said nothing.
