At this moment, standing behind her, Feng Zhihe and Old Madame Feng, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but glance at each other and share a wholehearted smile.
An An bent over, and at this moment, her tanned face looked quite similar to his.
Vaguely, An An felt that the man in front of her seemed familiar, and she couldn't help but knit her brows.
Lu Mingfei kept watching her, and even the slightest change in her expression didn't escape his eyes.
Moreover, this was Zhuo Anan, someone who never hid her true self.
At this moment, looking at Zhuo Anan's expression, Lu Mingfei felt inexplicably anxious.
An An, did she recognize him?
He hurriedly helped An An up, clearing his throat gently, "Be careful."
"Sorry, Auntie, Grandma, shall we go in? I've reserved a table."
Everyone noticed An An's slight embarrassment and naturally didn't say much more.
After all, girls can be thin-skinned.
