"That's only natural, and don't forget to also invite Mrs. Jia Luo." Ling Chuan said meaningfully.
An Ziqing could feel Ling Chuan's gaze once again.
Jia Luo laughed and said, "Young Master Ling, I'm not married yet! Where would I find a wife? Xiaoqing is my friend! I've pursued her many times, but she just doesn't fancy me!"
"Is that so? Miss An has high standards indeed! Even the Chief Jia Luo isn't good enough!" Ling Chuan mocked coldly.
An Ziqing really couldn't stand it anymore, so she smiled and said, "I'm going to the restroom, excuse me!"
After she spoke, she ignored Jia Luo's reaction, let go of his hand, and walked away directly.
Jia Luo apologized, "Xiaoqing has always been headstrong; I hope Young Master Ling doesn't mind!"
Watching An Ziqing leave, Ling Chuan didn't even bother with pleasantries.
An Ziqing rushed into the restroom, really not wanting to come out.
Jia Luo and Ling Chuan's pleasantries were so fake, with each of them harboring hidden intentions.
