An Lan's eyebrows arched slightly.
She sat upright, the other hand twirling a gilt steel pen, and said casually, "I thought, considering my relationship with Miss Ouyang, even if we never meet again, it wouldn't really mean anything to Miss Ouyang."
Ouyang Yan is leaving Binhai for Hong Kong tomorrow.
The fact that she wants to meet with me at this time inevitably raises suspicions about her motives.
The expression on Ouyang Yan's face, on the other end of the phone, was twisted, her eyes brimming with malice, but her spoken words contrasted starkly with her expression.
"An Lan, I apologize for my past immaturity. This time, I've fallen into such a big pit. I regret not taking your kind advice and insisting on working with Xiao Yihe. Before I leave Hong Kong, my sole wish is to apologize to you and to invite you for a meal."
Ouyang Yan wants to apologize to me?
