Who knew that upon unlocking the phone, the message turned out to be from Huo Zhanting.
[Have you met yet?]
An Lan looked at the empty air in front of her, her expression unchanging as she typed, [Of course we've met, so don't disturb our alone time with messages.]
There was silence on the other end for two seconds, and just when An Lan thought Huo Zhanting had finally quieted down a bit, another text from him followed, [Is that so? Then did your meeting go well? Did he deceive you?]
[It went very smoothly, Robert is charming and interesting, an extraordinary conversationalist, showing off his gentlemanly demeanor when we met, even buying me roses and coffee—my favorite cappuccino, no less. Handsome and considerate, heaven knows how many times better than a certain someone.]
An Lan plastered all the positive adjectives she could think of onto Robert, even though she was thirsty and tired, she wouldn't show any weakness in front of Huo Zhanting.
