"Are you... Yan An?"
Yan An nodded and showed her the words she had typed on her phone.
"I really have no feelings for Ya Lihan! And I won't compete with you for him! So you can rest completely assured!"
Tan Zihan stared blankly at Yan An, murmuring, "Then, who exactly is Ya Lihan after, you or An Yan?"
An Yaoluo looked at Yan An.
He actually didn't know either.
At that moment, a voice came from behind the crowd, "The one I've always liked is Yan An!"
Ya Lihan had arrived. His tailored dark suit emphasized his upright figure. He was the same height as An Yaoluo, but his face was slightly longer, and it was this slight difference that added a touch of cold handsomeness to his demeanor. Paired with gold-rimmed glasses, he was the spitting image of a cultured rascal, especially when standing next to An Yaoluo, who had comparatively conventional features.
Ya Lihan nodded at An Yaoluo. "My apologies for the trouble, President An."
