Zhou Chen looked at An Ning, who was in shock, and said expressionlessly, "It was probably six or seven years ago when a girl constantly called her brother or wrote him letters. But her brother was always very busy, so he sent someone else to talk to the girl."
Upon hearing this, An Ning finally realized. "You were my brother's messenger?"
Zhou Chen smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness. "You still remember the messenger."
An Ning didn't answer his question but pursued another matter. "You knew my brother, so why did you tell me before that you didn't know my brother? Why did you lie to me?"
The drunken Zhou Chen suddenly found himself at a loss for words. "..."