Outside, Song Nuan looked like she was offering herself willingly.
Clenching her teeth, she thought, so that's why he didn't reply—not because he was busy, but because he was tangled up with another woman here.
Fuming, Song Nuan carried the late-night snack and walked over.
She arrived just as Lu Yan was pushing the woman away.
Lu Yan had just pushed the woman away when he saw the young girl standing at the door.
He was momentarily stunned, and the woman at the door chuckled at the young girl's presence: "Are you here to ask Uncle Firefighter for help?"
Song Nuan looked at her; the woman had an air of arrogance, as if she were the mistress of the place.
Song Nuan chuckled and glanced at Lu Yan, "No, Auntie, I'm here to find my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" The woman looked displeased. "There are no boyfriends of yours here."
"Him," Song Nuan pointed at Lu Yan.
The woman looked at Lu Yan in disbelief: "Didn't your mom say you didn't have a girlfriend? That's why I came over."
