Wu Yalan had not yet spoken any affectionate words when she saw An Zhiyuan get out of the car and decisively intercept the young girl.
She felt somewhat astonished; she had completely forgotten about this matter.
It seemed somewhat embarrassing, but An Zhiyuan was indeed very charming; liking him seemed to be a natural occurrence, unaware of how many women here were probably green with envy at her.
It was purely envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"Chief An, is this a relative of yours who came looking for you? I just asked her what the matter was, and she wouldn't say anything. Is she your sister?"
Of course, Wu Yalan knew how to act like a magnanimous woman, intelligent and generous, with presence. Considering this girl seemed to lack the figure, she definitely couldn't be An Zhiyuan's type, and Wu Yalan obviously had to maintain her own image.
An Zhiyuan looked up, annoyed, and glanced at Wu Yalan, "You go back. She is my beloved!"
He then led Bai Xiao towards the car.
