A fleeting surprise flickered in Wen Ran's gaze.
Meeting Zhou Lin's expectant, partially nervous gaze, she inwardly sighed.
It seems, Zhou Lin, despite spending most of the year abroad, still hasn't forgotten Mo Zixuan.
Her return may also be because of Mo Zixuan.
"I'm busy tomorrow," she said, her voice languid, devoid of any discernible emotion.
Disappointed, Zhou Lin lowered her gaze, but quickly looked up again.
Her smile hinted at a plea, "Ranran, how about the day after tomorrow or anytime your free. Just give me a call."
Wen Ran slightly frowned, Bai Xiaoxiao directly chided, "Zhou Lin, Ranran already said she's very busy. She doesn't have time. Why are you still pestering her? If I'm not mistaken, you're contacting Ranran because of Mo Zixuan, right? He nearly killed Ranran, do you think Ranran can forgive him?"
Zhou Lin blanched at Bai Xiaoxiao's words.
Seeing Wen Ran biting her lip, remaining silent.
