I've Said Many Times, Call Me Chenchen

An Mingluo shuddered, no doubt.

She knew An Mingchen too well. Every time he revealed such an expression, the people around him would suffer.

She also knew better than many that An Mingchen's methods of torture were not only limited to "putting people into gasoline cans".

"I called you wrongly just now." An Mingluo immediately smiled. "I'm sorry… Eldest Young Master."

Seeing her fawning smile, An Mingchen did not hide the disgust in his eyes.

He didn't want to say another word to An Mingluo. If she hadn't called An Qingrou in front of him, used An Qingrou to pressure him and insisted on helping him prepare for the banquet, he would have kicked her out long ago.

Why should someone else get involved in his adorable Zhengzheng's return banquet?

As the brother who loved Zhengzheng the most, he had to do it himself and plan for her, alright?