"You've got to be kidding me!" Song Yan glanced at her, "You probably don't know, but back when your brother was always behind you, he blocked countless suitors for you."
Mu Anran's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"
"Of course, it's true, truer than real gold and silver."
"So that's how it was! And here I've been thinking that no one was pursuing me, and I even felt inferior about it for a long time!"
"Pull the other one, with your looks and figure feeling inferior? Those actresses might as well throw themselves at a block of tofu and end their misery," Song Yan stood up, "Wait here for a bit. Once they've packed up everything, we'll go to the dinner together."
"Mhm," Mu Anran smiled and nodded.
While waiting, she took out her phone, hesitated for a moment, but still sent a text message to Yu Lingqian.
[Young Master Yu, I'm having dinner with friends tonight, I'll come back late.]
Now that she'd sent a message, she could go to the dinner with peace of mind.
