662 Wipe your lips, such an annoying cigarette smell2_1

An Ning smiled. "I don't even know what major he studied."

"Ah? Isn't he your university classmate?" Sister Zhao asked in surprise.

An Ning replied with a smiley face. "Mm, he started working quite a while ago, he's a bit older than me."

"Oh, a member of society," the supervisor nodded.

"Yes!"

Sister Zhao asked another question. "Where does he work then? Or is he a businessman?"

An Ning really didn't know how to introduce Yu Jingchen's existence, the man she was about to divorce, and yet here she was, having to explain him to others—a feeling as strange as could be.

But in front of Xiaoye, it wouldn't be good to show that she was about to get a divorce, would it?

So she had no choice but to put on a brave face, "He's probably at work."

"Oh? What kind of work does he specifically do?"

An Ning continued to shake her head. "I'm not very clear on that."

Sister Zhao frowned. "How are you being his girlfriend if you don't even know what your boyfriend does?"