After making this decision, Ling Yun suppressed the jealousy in his heart and walked towards Pan Meijia. When he was still a few meters away from them, he heard the young postman say, "Comrade Pan, I heard my mother say that you have helped her several times before. I must treat you to dinner to thank you for your help. When are you free?"
Pan Meijia waved her hand and said, "Comrade Wang, there is no need to invite me to dinner, what I did is just a small thing."
"How is that possible? Without your help, my mother would have sprained her back and it would have cost us a lot of money to take her to the doctor. Treating you to dinner is what I should do."
Hearing the young man's words, Ling Yun let out a snort and sneered in his heart. Every word he said was full of hidden intentions. Only his naive girl could believe that the young man had no other intention than to thank her. He quickened his pace, wanting to interrupt their conversation.