As soon as she asked, the dinner gathering was set.
Shuangshuang wasn't someone with any cunning, so she blurted out many topics at the table that made Lin Zhiyi uncomfortable.
But she wasn't inherently like that.
The photos Shuangshuang mentioned, Lin Zhiyi had seen them in Fang Lai'er's social media circle.
They seemed like just ordinary status updates.
But to Shuangshuang, who knew her husband's company was about to go bankrupt, it was like timely assistance.
Lin Zhiyi pondered for a few seconds, "Shuangshuang, was it you who suggested the dinner?"
Shuangshuang nodded, "I just asked Lai'er if she had time to dine, and Lai'er said she'd organize a gathering, so I agreed."
To others, this sounded natural and completely unobjectionable.
But from Fang Lai'er's mouth, Lin Zhiyi didn't hear such a casual tone of organizing a gathering.
It sounded more like Shuangshuang had insisted.