"Maybe Xiao Yihe won't invite us anyway." An Lan really didn't want to go, barely holding back her disgust while facing the two, she turned her head expectantly toward Huo Zhanting.
Huo Zhanting gave a faint smile, "I think they'll forget anyone but definitely not you."
"True, both Xiao Yihe and Ouyang Yan are nuts, they've just set their sights on me. I must've been incredibly unlucky in my past lives." An Lan's lips twitched slightly, but in her heart, she held no hope at all.
Letting out a wail, she collapsed onto Huo Zhanting's lap, unwilling to face reality.
Just then, Zhang Ya, having cooled down outside, came back in, startled by An Lan's wail, and hurried over, "Lanlan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Ya looked at An Lan with concern.
An Lan lifted her head, saw Zhang Ya, and managed a perfunctory smile, then handed her phone to Zhang Ya, who took one look at the news on it and gasped in shock.
