"Didn't you say that several of your classmates were craving hotpot last time? Do you want to invite them to have some?"
That's right, Li Mingyu had indeed mentioned it many times. In theory, inviting him once wouldn't hurt. However, Yan Xixi thought of An'an and immediately shook her head.
She didn't want to invite Li Mingyu.
People always end up comparing others.
At this moment, she felt Wan Donglin's goodness even more intensely—switch to any other man, perhaps she would have long been labeled a gold digger—yet, he always treated her like a princess.
She took out her phone, opened the messages again, but there was still no news.
She had never missed him so strongly, to the point where she couldn't sleep soundly a single night.
Brother Donglin, what on earth are you doing?
This was Yan Xixi's first time attending such a private wine reception.
