An Lan shook her head, continuing to cry silently.
Just as Liu Nuanxi was anxious enough to want to call Zhang Duo for help, An Lan sniffled, picked up a tissue, casually wiped her tears, her voice still carrying a sob.
"It's nothing, it's not related to you, it's just, I'm feeling upset. Even if Zhan Ting intended for the two to go to M Country on business, if not for me suggesting that Xiaoxuan propose to Yaya in M Country, they should have already returned by now. How could they be inexplicably caught in this affair."
Liu Nuanxi didn't expect there was this additional layer to it.
She opened her mouth, unable to utter a word for a long time.
At this moment, comfort and consolation seemed useless.
In the end, all the words could merge into one sentence, "Good fortune will find a way."
