Xiao Yihe was alone in the private room, filled with regret. If only he had been patient and coaxed her into signing the contract.
Unknown to him, just moments after leaving the private room with an angry face, An Lan deflated like a punctured ball. Meanwhile, Huo Zhanting had stepped out from the next room just two seconds after An Lan had left. He had overheard the entire conversation between An Lan and Xiao Yihe on the phone.
When Huo Zhanting heard Xiao Yihe trying to sow discord, he almost burst into the neighboring private room to silence Xiao Yihe forever. But then he became worried that An Lan was truly angry.
"Lanlan..." Huo Zhanting approached An Lan, intending to say something. But seeing the barely restrained laughter and relief on her face, he immediately realized she had been pretending. Relieved, he gently pinched her nose, speaking affectionately.
"You little clever ghost, I thought you were really angry."