When they returned upstairs, the atmosphere in the room had changed.
Xia Lin, being perceptive, sensed something and glanced at Ji Chuan, then at Yan Huan's kiss-swollen lips, and with a smile asked, "Can someone explain to me, did I miss something just now?"
"This... let me explain." Meng Qingmei took all the blame onto herself, "Look, Ji Chuan and Yan Huan were originally lovers. But I didn't know this! I invited you, and if I just said it straight out, I was afraid you'd overthink things. The plan was to explain it to you slowly, but look what happened..."
"Xia Lin, this matter is my fault." Ji Chuan smiled as he wrapped Yan Huan's hand in his, saying to her, "Actually, I've already developed feelings for someone. I've been pursuing her for a long time. I should have told you earlier, but I had a bit of a selfish thought..."
