Zhuo Anan was about to cut his hand with a knife when she heard his question, which made her pause, and she glanced at the man sitting across from her.
It seemed he had no reaction at all, did it mean he didn't care?
An An hesitated for a moment, then slightly shook her head.
"Really? An An, you really don't have a boyfriend? That's great."
As soon as Chen Ziling finished speaking, the eyes of the man sitting opposite turned cold and his gaze deepened involuntarily.
An An found Chen Ziling somewhat perplexing. Did he have to look so happy?
Chen Ziling extended his hand, "An An, go ahead."
As long as she didn't have a boyfriend, it meant he still had a chance.
Having spent a few days with Zhuo Anan, he realized she was a good girl.
However, with his father still unconscious, it wasn't the right time to discuss these things with her.
This time, the amount of blood An An drew was slightly more than before.
