Seeing that damn man had already left, his woman was still reluctant to withdraw her longing gaze, and Lin Mubai's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
When An Nan turned back and saw this scene, she shook her head helplessly. This man really is a jar of jealousy.
Tiptoeing to the bedside: "What's wrong, are you mad already?"
"No." Lin Mubai's voice was muffled; saying he wasn't angry was hard for anyone to believe.
An Nan also felt the same way: "Still saying you're not angry? So who are you scowling at, Brother Lei is just a former friend of mine, didn't we have no choice but to ask for his help today?"
After hesitating a few times, Lin Mubai still asked his doubts: "Really just ordinary friends?"
He saw very clearly that in the heart of this little woman, it might be just ordinary friends, but in that man's eyes, he saw familiar admiration.
An Nan practically raised both hands in assurance: "Truly ordinary friends, and we haven't seen each other for a long time."
