Zhuo Anan didn't know why, but she just found him somewhat annoying to look at.
Maybe it was what he said earlier, anyway, she wasn't any different from other people.
He didn't need to be so nice to her, to avoid her misunderstanding and overthinking it in her heart.
Lu Mingfei looked at An An, who seemed unhappy, and didn't know what he might have done wrong.
They say it's hard to guess a girl's thoughts, and Lu Mingfei found that to be quite true.
He looked at An An's unhappy expression and thought for a moment, "An An, I'll drink later, after you finish yours, okay?"
An An also realized that her previous words were a bit harsh, she shouldn't have sulked like that.
Yet that's what she said, and her tone wasn't great.
Now, she didn't know how to face Lu Mingfei and had to turn her head away.
But seeing her like this, Lu Mingfei became worried, "An An, are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt? Can you tell me?"
An An glanced at him, looking a bit frustrated.
