Lin Yan looked at her carefree demeanor and felt a surge of emotion in his heart, "Ye Xian, why are you helping me?"
"Do friends need a reason? When I posted on Weibo accusing Cheng Jingshu, didn't you all help me by sharing and supporting me unconditionally?"
"Yes."
Lin Yan smiled sincerely.
Between friends, no reason is needed.
Ye Xian: "But we need to get our story straight beforehand, I'm the top, you're the bottom!"
Lin Yan: "..." Can I object?
Thursday, Earl Lante Western Restaurant.
The entire third floor was booked, and Lin Yan sat by the window, occasionally glancing at the time.
As it approached twelve-thirty, Zhu Shanshan walked into the restaurant with an LW handbag.
Lin Yan stood up and pulled out a chair for her.
"Hello, I am Lin Yan."
"Hello, Zhu Shanshan."
