"After boarding, let's chat about the person who's been texting," Yan Shixiu said, pushing Shi Lan toward the jet bridge.
Shi Lan paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that she was now An Lan—she used to be Gu Chengyu's loyal follower.
But seeing Yan Shixiu's lips pressed tightly together, his silence and cold demeanor, Shi Lan knew that he minded.
Being harassed and entangled by a scumbag from time to time irritated Shi Lan. But what was there to say about the past?
So, with a not-so-pleasant expression on her face, Shi Lan settled into her first-class seat, put the seat down, and prepared to lie down to sleep. At that moment, Yan Shixiu caught her hand and asked, "Do you still receive such messages often?"
"I block one and another number pops up. I wish those texts would just filter themselves out as spam," Shi Lan replied irritably, "To me, that's all in the past."
"I won't pry into the past, but I want to know about the future."
Isn't that obvious?
