As the commercial van approached the plaza, a tall figure suddenly darted out and intercepted Chen Yang with an outstretched hand.
Who else could it be but Tang Lan?
"Hey."
Tang Lan walked over to the driver's side, tapped on the glass, and pursed her lips slightly, her eyes flickering restlessly. "I, I'm here to apologize. I was wrong before."
"Sorry."
Chen Yang glanced at her. "Move aside, I'm in a hurry."
"You..."
Tang Lan's brow furrowed in anger. She had already apologized, so why was he still so dismissive?
But soon, her expression softened, and she adopted a more humble attitude. "I was upset earlier and lost control, taking it out on you. I admit my mistake."
"Grandpa said if you're free tonight, you should come over to our house for a casual dinner."
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze and rolled up the window, then drove off.
Tang Lan: "..."
