But who knew that after all these years, Xiao Yihe always thought that my intentions were to climb the social ladder and to marry into a wealthy family as a means to an end? A wave of desolation spread through my body, and An Lan looked at him, feeling disappointed.
Suddenly, she felt all her past apologies to Xiao Yihe were unworthy. She gripped the utensils in her hand tightly, "Think whatever you want, even if I say that I never drugged Zhan Ting, you wouldn't believe me."
Xiao Yihe nodded his head.
She took a deep breath, feeling nothing but disgust for Xiao Yihe at this point.
Just then, Zhang Ya returned from the restroom. As soon as she sat down, she keenly sensed something was off in the atmosphere, "What happened, Lanlan? You don't seem to look very well."
An Lan forced a smile on her face.