An Xuan nodded, "Sis, what were you just talking about? Xiao Ya turned someone down, and it hurts my heart. I just went to the Translation Department and couldn't find the manager, so I came here to ask you. Sis, what's going on with you two?"
His clear eyes were full of confusion.
An Lan and Zhang Ya exchanged a glance and quickly understood—it was a misunderstanding. Zhang Ya's face was still bright red, but this time it was from embarrassment. She ignored An Xuan, went back to her seat, and acted as though nothing had happened.
"Sis?" An Xuan tilted his head slightly, urging her.
An Lan's mouth twitched a couple of times, then she shot Zhang Ya a look. Zhang Ya pretended not to notice. In the end, An Lan had no choice but to resign herself to asking, "Xiaoxuan, didn't you run into that intern today? The one who has a crush on you?"
