"Lawyer An, let me send you off," Luosang got up quickly.
Nian Junting frowned, displeased. Since when was it the job of his lady to send people off?
Luosang ignored his expression and held An Lan's elbow as she walked her out of the office.
"Are you going make any accusations against me?" An Lan grinned and asked suspiciously, "Because of my trip to Yonghe Lama Temple with Mr. Nian when we were in Beijing?"
Luosang felt her face turn red with embarrassment, "Do I look that petty? I just wanted to thank you. You evidently have feelings for Junting, but you've spared no effort in helping me. Moreover, you never tried anything funny with Junting in Beijing. Instead, you cooperated with him for the performance. An Lan, I do quite admire you."
"Stop it, I'm not as noble as you say."
