"Miss An, I didn't expect to see you so soon. It's a good thing!"
Lan Zifeng looked at An Qian'er, who walked in alone, and appreciated her courage very much.
"Lan Zifeng, where is my grandfather?"
An Qian'er cut straight to the point. There was no need to pretend in front of him.
Looking at the furious An Qian'er, Lan Zifeng picked up the red wine on the table. He held it with his slender fingers and waved it gently in his hand. The ruby-like liquid flowed in the glass, showing its beauty.
"It's said that Miss An is very smart, but why is she so confused at this moment?"
He had spent so much effort to make him return empty-handed, hadn't he?
"I don't know what you want at all. I don't know where you heard it!"
"Do you mean that you didn't bring them here today?"
