An Xuan returned to the banquet scene in high spirits.
He walked towards Zhang Ya and passed by a waiter with a tray of compromises, taking a glass of champagne from his tray and sauntering over to Zhang Ya with a gentle sway.
An Xuan saw the three desserts on Zhang Ya's table, raised his eyebrows, and before Zhang Ya could react, he swiftly took the chestnut cake in front of her and gobbled it up. By the time Zhang Ya came to her senses, the chestnut cake was already in An Xuan's stomach.
"Hmm, not very tasty," An Xuan, who had gained an advantage and acted coy, wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin, looked at Zhang Ya seriously, and said. Zhang Ya couldn't help but roll her eyes at An Xuan, "If it's not tasty, don't eat it. But you seem to be in a good mood, did you get what you wanted from President Zhan?"
An Xuan sat down next to Zhang Ya, shaking his head.
