Waving her hand dismissively, Zhang Yulan said, "Brother An, it's fine to joke around with us, but you shouldn't say things like that to others so carelessly. If someone takes you seriously, you will be in trouble."
Zhang Ermu glanced between his sister's awkward smile and An Xuyuan's dark expression. Then, a sudden realization hit him. A knowing smile tugged at his lips as he observed the two.
An Xuyuan didn't notice that someone was observing him and was lost in his thoughts. With the atmosphere turning awkward, none of them spoke.
After lunch, An Xuyuan packed up the bamboo basket and strode toward the field without saying a word. Seeing Zhang Yulan's nonchalant attitude, he felt a little annoyed. So, he didn't want to talk to her right now.
Watching him leave, Zhang Yulan shook her head and muttered, "What a moody man."
Turning to her brother, she asked, "Brother, did we say something wrong? He looked angry."