"No, no problem," Xiao Yihe gritted his teeth as he squeezed out these words. He then glanced at the villa, "Lanlan, I brought a gift today. You wouldn't turn me away at the door, would you? If people in our circle knew, I'm afraid it wouldn't look too good."
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "turn me away at the door."
An Lan really didn't want to let Xiao Yihe in, but Xiao Yihe was a part of their circle too. If he kept standing outside, it indeed wouldn't look good. Moreover, Xiao Yihe's timing was much better than Huo Jiajia and Sun Lanfang's. Guests were likely to arrive soon.
"The weasel is paying a New Year's visit to the chicken, truly an eye-opener," Zhang Ya said sarcastically. Xiao Yihe's face slightly changed, and he almost couldn't maintain his smile as he turned his gaze toward Zhang Ya.
