Mu Yan leaned back against the chair, elegant with a hint of unrestraint, smiling as he said, "Okay."
Zhan Lan did not expect him to agree so readily and looked at him suspiciously.
Curiously, Mu Yan looked at her and asked seriously, "Are you hesitating to make a decision in front of Wang Qingchen and me?"
Zhan Lan's pupils dilated. What does this have to do with Wang Qingchen?
Could it be that Mu Yan misunderstood her?
Frowning, Zhan Lan asked, "Are you following me?"
Mu Yan chuckled, "No, just happened that a friend saw you meeting him privately... and it seemed quite pleasant."
"You're overthinking. I don't like Wang Qingchen," Zhan Lan clearly told Mu Yan.
The corners of Mu Yan's lips lifted into a handsome curve; Zhan Lan could tell him straight that she didn't like Wang Qingchen.
But when Mu Yan asked, Zhan Lan avoided answering; she did not say she didn't like him.
Zhan Lan's attitude towards him was probably between not particularly liking and not disliking.