Wang Meng heard this, leaned back, lazily rested on the sofa, crossed his legs, and kept swaying, looking completely nonchalant.
"Not going." Go where...
"Oh, not going, huh, alright then." Tang Anzhi didn't seem to care much, as if she wasn't bothered by his answer. She casually added, "Tomorrow, all the unmarried elites from various circles in Beijing will be there too. I heard the Song Family is planning to matchmake Qianqian at the birthday party..."
When Wang Meng heard this, his previously lazy eyes suddenly became sharp. Matchmaking? Tsk, his woman, he hasn't even loosened his grip yet... who the hell dares to reach out?
Tang Anzhi noticed Wang Meng's expression out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but smile slightly. So, he wasn't entirely indifferent after all. As long as there's some concern, her task was considered complete.
Her mind recalled the phone call from Mrs. Song last night... everyone is not so naive, after all.
