Xu Baohan wasn't used to it. He wasn't used to it at all. "I can understand that we're friends, but since when we are close friends?"
"I initially wanted to make a match between you and An Lan. Forget it," Nian Junting said calmly, "After all, An Lan and I have known each other for a long time, and we have quite a number of mutual friends. By the way, she has a good relationship with my wife, and her family grudges have some connection with my wife's younger brother. It's a long story."
"..."
Xu Baohan's heart sank, "What do you mean? Do you mean that your wife's younger brother likes An Lan too?"
Nian Junting almost choked. A man in love was indeed had zero IQ, "Why should I tell you? We're not close friends."
Xu Baohan: "..."
"When the time comes, contact me if I am needed. I'm hanging up," Nian Junting put down his phone.
