Xiang Wan took a deep breath, "Don't worry, I already told Zuo Xingyun, and he had no reaction."
Although doubtful of Xiang Wan's words, Zhang Ma still didn't dare to ask further. Having watched Xiang Wan grow up, she could easily tell when Xiang Wan was happy or unhappy.
...
Now, when Xiang Wan headed to school, she would always pay attention to Yu Shuqi's pancake stall, occasionally stopping by when she skipped breakfast. Except on rainy days, the pancake stall would always be open as usual.
Strangely, today the only person at the pancake stall was Yu Shuqi's elderly grandmother, who was so busy that she was sweating profusely, even in the deep winter.
Just as there was a bit of a traffic jam, Xiang Wan's car stopped by the roadside in front of the pancake stall.
Seeing her staring at the stall, Achen asked, "Do you want to eat?"
Xiang Wan shook her head, "No, I've had breakfast already, can't eat anymore."
