"It was her who started speaking ill of me first." When Huo Zhanting faced An Lan, there was none of that cold demeanor. He lowered his eyes, showing a wronged expression, and An Lan immediately stopped saying anything. She took Huo Zhanting's hand and sat on the sofa.
"Yaya just said it casually, don't take it to heart. Moreover, she wasn't really scolding you, just joking around. Shouldn't you be in a meeting right now? Why did you suddenly come to see me?"
An Lan pinched Huo Zhanting's fingertips, curiously asking.
At the mention of this, a shadow crossed Huo Zhanting's eyes. He pulled An Lan into his embrace, took a deep breath, and the fresh scent filled his nostrils, dispelling the fierceness in his heart.
"A bunch of idiots, the meeting was postponed. I'll probably get back later than I expected today, so I'm afraid I can't join you for dinner."
