Huo Jiajia's eyes briefly flashed with hatred and regret. Upon seeing Huo Zhanting, her eyes lit up. She whispered something to the man beside her, and after parting ways with him, she sauntered over, her waist sinuous. Her expression twisted for a moment when her eyes landed on the bag in An Lan's hand, which bore the jewelry store's logo, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Brother, why haven't you been answering my calls? And you even blocked my number," Huo Jiajia approached Huo Zhanting, batting her eyelashes as she complained with an air of aggrieved innocence, as though she truly were a wronged little creature.
An Lan hadn't known that Huo Zhanting had blocked Huo Jiajia.