An Jing laughed and said, "Your father and I also wanted to go back to the room to watch, but weren't you not back yet."
An Baobei laughed too, "You really think I've got something wrong with me, as if I don't even know how to get back to the suite."
"We know you know how to come back, it's just that we have something we want to ask you, come, sit." An Jing pulled An Baobei, who had already walked to the sofa, down to sit.
"What is it?" An Baobei asked curiously.
An Jing smiled and exchanged a glance with Su Changyi before asking, "It's actually not a big deal, we just wanted to ask, were you sitting that close with Ning Zihan before?"
"More or less. Anyway, it was like that, not too close. But I could tell that he didn't dislike me."
An Jing nodded, "Your father and I also think he doesn't dislike you. You must have noticed, right? During dinner, he was so far away from me, and he avoided looking at me if he could, clearly showing he disliked me."
