Secretary: "…"
…
An Yue hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Meiqin.
Zhang Meiqin awkwardly shifted her gaze to the side.
Feeling inexplicably guilty.
"When An En arrives, I'll definitely give him a good talking-to," An Yue said.
Zhang Meiqin: "…"
If you're going to scold someone, just do it, why tell me?
An Yue scolding her own brother has nothing to do with her.
Soon, An En arrived. He drove fast, found a spot to park, then ran all the way into the café. Seeing An Yue and Zhang Meiqin, he ran over, still panting heavily.
An Yue looked at An En like this, raised an eyebrow, wondering what An En was thinking. Is he ready to be a father at such a young age?
"You…" An En looked at Zhang Meiqin, his lips trembling with excitement, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Meiqin: "…"
"Sit down," An Yue said to An En, ordering him a glass of warm water.
