Chapter 28: You Don't Have to Tell Me

Stepmother Han didn't care either, smiled and took back the chopsticks and put them in her bowl.

On the side, An Ziyan's eyes only had the dishes in front of him, and he was hesitating to clip the plate first.

Father Han smiled and said with a mysterious look, "Xiao Yan, do you remember what you said to me last time?" ā€

An Ziyan's hand froze, and his eyes were embarrassed.

"W-What?"

How could she possibly remember what Tang Moyan had told him?

Father Han said, "Think about it again, what kind of gift do you like?" ā€

An Ziyan clenched his chopsticks nervously.

"I—I seem to have forgotten ......"

She knew that she would face such a dilemma when she came here!

Cold sweat broke out on An Ziyan's forehead, and he lost all his appetite, just wanting to escape from here.

Stepmother Han smiled and said, "Xiao Yan may like too many things, so I don't know which one you are talking about, you just take out the things, don't let her guess." ā€

Father Han blamed her, "If you say it directly, there will be no surprise." ā€

An Ziyan took the opportunity to give himself the stairs and showed a sweet smile, "As long as my uncle gives it to me, I like it and I am pleasantly surprised." ā€

That's finally a pass, right?

Call......

Father Han asked his subordinates to bring something to a small brocade box, and inside was a sapphire bracelet.

Han Houma said, "This kind of thing, of course, is to let Yinxi send it." ā€

Father Han snorted, "I know too, but this bastard boy, let him buy a gift for Xiao Yan, he just can't listen, Xiao Yan, don't worry about this bastard, he just doesn't know how to please girls." ā€

An Ziyan kept smiling and glanced at Han Yinxi beside him.

Dad Han, you're wrong, your bastard's son is slipping away.

After all, scumbags are scumbags.

Father Han continued, "Xiao Yan, last time I was at the tea house......

As soon as he talked about the things she didn't know before, An Ziyan's heart lifted.

Fortunately, at this time, her mobile phone rang.

"Excuse me, I'll answer the phone." She glanced at the unfamiliar number, and no matter whose call it was, she answered it first.

"Hey."

"Moyan, it's me." A nice male voice came from the phone.

An Ziyan looked blindfolded, who? Who are you? How do I know who you are?

"Uh......"

What should she say?

Fortunately, the other party spoke again, "I'm Peng Junxuan." ā€

An Ziyan remembered, "It's you, what's the matter?" ā€

Strange, how could he have her phone?

Probably hearing her gentle tone, Peng Junxuan boldly asked, "Are you free today?" ā€

An Ziyan almost didn't hesitate, and immediately responded, "Yes." ā€

Peng Junxuan was immediately overjoyed, "Then can I make an appointment with you?" ā€

An Ziyan said, "Yes." ā€

It just so happened that she wanted to get out of here, so she used him as an excuse.

After hanging up the phone, An Ziyan said to Father Han with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry uncle, I'm in a bit of a hurry and need to rush to a place immediately." ā€

Father Han also wanted to keep her and let her finish her meal first.

An Ziyan smiled and said, "We will be a family in the future, and we will have time to eat together, right?" Uncle. ā€

"That's right." Father Han relented.

Han Yinxi sent her to the door.

An Ziyan said, "You can let the driver take me, you can go back to eat." ā€

Han Yinxi grabbed her hand and forcefully stuffed her into his car.

He leaned into the passenger seat with his upper body, leaned over to look at her, and asked in a somewhat cold voice, "Which man is it that makes you so eager to meet him?" ā€