However, Gu Yan could feel that she was definitely not in a good mood.
Gu Yan could not help but feel a little worried.
Wen Lan, on the other hand, was smarter. She said directly, “Xiao Yan, don’t worry about me. I still have your brother here.”
Gu Yan paused for a moment and said with a strange tone, “I feel that my brother is a little unreliable in this matter.”
Wen Lan, who was holding the phone, paused. Her originally gloomy mood was slightly lifted by Gu Yan’s words.
Her voice also became warmer. “Xiao Yan, you don’t trust changle that much.”
