Yin Zhen suddenly felt that Lin Zhaonan was quite pitiful.
"By the way, I gave my brother and Yanqing cookies and cakes. They seemed to like them." Lin Gantang suddenly remembered.
"I'll get someone to buy them." Yin Zhen thought it was a good idea.
"Zhen Cutie, I made them myself. Why would you buy them?"
Yin Zhen was speechless. So annoying.
"What's going on? Are you with Lin Fan?" Lin Gantang prodded, hoping to hear something juicy.
"No, it's his 20th birthday. Since we know each other... And, I mean, he's an artist for my company... I just thought it would be nice to give him something," Yin Zhen denied.
"Come now, you should be honest with yourself. You'll do yourself no favors by treating Lin Fan like an ordinary friend, yet have your assistant pick out gifts for him. Besides, would you need my help if that were the case?" Lin Gantang could read the situation like an open book.
