Damn it!
Yang Yuran was forced to get out of the car, cursing Zhou Yuanyuan silently with every step she took!
"Hello, my name is Zhan Yaohang, and I'm one of Muyu's best buddies. You've got to be more courageous, with your looks, as long as you don't have a weird personality, I believe you have a much better chance than other women."
Listening to the chatty guy's ceaseless brainwashing, Yang Yuran nodded in agreement, "You're right, I should be more courageous in the future." More courageous in refusing the ridiculous demands of her stinky best friend.
She grimaced as she walked into the pottery workshop, smelling the delicious scent of spicy hot pot.
Without He Qian's hesitation, Yang Yuran decided to go with the flow, graciously accepting the chopsticks handed to her by Zhan Yaohang's employee, taking on the role of a dedicated foodie.
After a few bites, she looked up and gave a polite smile to the people chatting around her, showing that she was indeed listening.
