An Ran gently bit her lower lip.
She didn't know either.
The amusement in Chi Cheng's eyes grew more apparent, "If you don't say anything, I'll assume it's the former."
"What about you, brother?" An Ran bravely lifted her small face, "What kind of feelings do you have for me now, brother?"
If Mingjie hadn't said those things to her just now, perhaps An Ran's heart would have been completely dead.
But now...
Chi Cheng looked at her for a while, his thin lips slightly parted.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.
Standing up straight, Chi Cheng took out his phone to glance at it.
An Ran lowered her head, waiting obediently for him to finish his call, just like before.
Chi Cheng responded softly a few times and after hanging up, he reached out to brush the snow off An Ran's shoulder.
"Would you like to attend a cocktail party with me?"
An Ran blinked, wondering why the topic had suddenly switched to this.
"What kind of cocktail party?"
