An Lan disregarded the past so blatantly that Xiao Yihe no longer pretended. Instead of feigned deep affection, his eyes were replaced with a chil's darkness, and the tenderness once on his face turned into ruthlessness. The scar that ran across half of his face twitched, like a wriggling caterpillar.
"Fine, very fine. An Lan, since you are like this, don't blame me for not considering old times. I know which piece of land Huo An Group is interested in. It's Plot No.135, isn't it?"
An Lan feigned shock as she looked at Xiao Yihe, "How could you..." She paused mid-sentence, biting her lip hard before eventually speaking, "We are not interested in Plot No.135, Xiao Yihe. You're wasting your effort."
"Whether it's a waste of effort, you know better than anyone."
Seeing An Lan's feigned composure only convinced Xiao Yihe more of the intelligence he had received. With this thought, his expression grew even more smug.