Huo Zhanting was peeling an orange, and unconsciously squeezed it tightly, causing orange juice to splatter all over his hand. He leisurely took out a tissue and wiped the yellow juice off his palm, but the sticky feeling still made him frown.
"Zhan Ting, I was kidding you. Of course, I know we have things to do later." An Lan leaned against Huo Zhanting's shoulder, chuckling.
Huo Zhanting turned his head to glance at her, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed. But before he could speak, she blinked her eyes, "Didn't we agree to go see Wangzi later? Speaking of which, we haven't seen Wangzi for two or three days. The little guy must be missing us terribly."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Zhanting stood up abruptly, his face stern. Because he got up so suddenly, An Lan was caught off guard and her body tilted in one direction. She instinctively wanted to reach out and grab Huo Zhanting, but ended up lying straight on the soft sofa.
