Yan Zao also frowned, "Which eye of yours saw me being unhappy?"
She rolled her eyes at Lan Mu, then picked up her bowl and drank the noodle soup.
Aunt Lan's handmade noodles really were too delicious; it had been a long time since she wanted to drink even the soup of the noodles.
At this rate, she was going to get fat.
Lan Mu felt that Yan Zao was deliberately pretending not to care by focusing on eating her noodles, and he said sarcastically, "It wouldn't be bad for Cheng Xingzhi to become my brother-in-law."
Yan Zao finished her noodle soup, put down the bowl with a smile, and looked at Lan Mu, "Then you'll have to let Miss Feifei work harder. Cheng Xingzhi is not someone just anyone can attract."
Then she got up and left first.
Lan Mu stared at Yan Zao's slender back until it vanished from his sight. Only then did he retract his gaze, picked up a chopstick full of noodles, and stuffed them into his mouth. As he chewed, he suddenly spat them back out.
