"Dr. Xiaofan, are you really not staying for dinner first?"
Just as Zhang Xiaofan was walking to the door, Su Menglan still asked the question that implied her true intentions weren't about the alcohol.
Did she want Zhang Xiaofan to stay and eat? No, she merely wanted to chat with him.
Since he had arrived, Zhang Xiaofan had said no more than three sentences to her.
In fact, it wasn't that Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to chat with her, but he had serious business to attend to today.
"No, my friend is waiting for me."
Zhang Xiaofan politely refused.
After speaking, he turned, left, and got into his car.
Watching the direction Zhang Xiaofan's car was heading, Su Menglan felt a surge of complex emotions, along with a hint of loneliness.
As an admirer of Su Menglan, even though Zhang Xiaofan had become the Su family's benefactor, even though his martial abilities were incomparable even to him, even though Zhang Xiaofan was more outstanding than him.
