Pei Jing, who was busy bustling about, still didn't know that Wang Cuilan had started thinking about him again.
But actually, even if he knew, Pei Yang couldn't do anything about it.
He could only decide what he would do, but couldn't decide what Wang Cuilan would say.
After the meal, the guests each returned to their homes.
Jiang Ran and the others found Chen Bing, said a word to him, and then left too.
After returning home, Jiang Ran leaned directly on the sofa.
It's not that Jiang Ran didn't want to sit properly, it's just that by now, from four in the morning until now, it had been two or three in the afternoon, nearly twelve hours of busyness.
Even if someone were made of iron, working for such a long time would make them feel tired.
Not to mention, Jiang Ran wasn't made of iron.
Seeing Jiang Ran leaning there, Pei Huai's eyes were full of heartache.
