He had never imagined that An Lan's attitude towards him would be so hostile.
Everything had been fine just a moment ago, which made Huo Zhanting unable to resist speculating whether Zhang Ya had said something she shouldn't have, his eyes narrowed slightly.
But now was not the time to inquire about what Zhang Ya had said; he extended the cup of milk in his hand towards An Lan, "Lanlan, I just came to bring you a cup of warm milk, you... are you angry with me?"
"I'm not angry," An Lan said untruthfully, growing even angrier at the thought that Huo Zhanting hadn't taken any precautions. She took the warm milk from Huo Zhanting's hand and drank it all in one go, then said emotionlessly, "I've finished drinking; I'm going to sleep now."
