An Lan let out a soft sigh and gently patted An Xuan on the shoulder.
"Little brother, you're really… so emotionally unintelligent, I'm afraid you'll never find a girlfriend."
As she spoke, she shook her head and went upstairs. An Xuan, confused, looked at Huo Zhanting, who was the only person left in the hall. Huo Zhanting glanced at him expressionlessly, then clicked his tongue, disdain flashing in his black eyes as he followed upstairs.
Within just a minute, the living room was left with just An Xuan.
"Are they doing this on purpose? As soon as I come down, you guys go up, hiss, what are you trying to say?" An Xuan muttered under his breath, his temple throbbing in pain.
Meanwhile, An Lan was upstairs apologizing to Zhang Ya on behalf of her little brother.