Jiang Nuan's words were a little blunt and impolite.
Yan Lu's heart skipped a beat. To be honest, if Jiang Nuan wasn't a gold-medal screenwriter with hit shows and an author who always wrote very popular books, she wouldn't want to see Jiang Nuan, who had no sense at all.
A commoner being praised as a god would make her look smug.
Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, she looked at Jiang Nuan and smiled. "In that case, I won't disturb your friends' gathering. However, since you're not free tonight, how about tomorrow night?"
"We don't have time tomorrow either. Alright, if you have anything to do, please go ahead and do what you need to do!"
Jiang Nuan didn't really like the Yan family's eldest daughter because she was a pretentious person.
