Seven to eight minutes after the waiter left, An Lan came down from upstairs. She was wearing a golden silk half-knitted skirt with a white checkered shirt on top and a beige knee-length jacket on the outside, looking like a beautiful scenery. Not only was she exquisite, she was also full of womanliness.
Xu Baohan felt a tinge of jealousy inside. Did she dressed so beautifully today to meet Xuan Yuanlang?
An Lan was really surprised. She didn't expect that Xuan Yuanlang would guess correctly and that he would really come.
"I called you, but you didn't pick up," Xu Baohan said before she could. After saying that, he looked at her with a bitter gaze. "Were you too happy with Xuan Yuanlang and forgot about my existence?"
An Lan frowned. "Xu Baohan, don't think that I'm you, okay?"
