Anna looked at Amy and sneered silently in her heart.

What's more, Amy didn't feel good at first glance.

Maybe under the banner of helping her break up the canonization and Luo Yangyang, in the end, the canonization was really lonely, but Amy stabbed her behind the **** and pursued the canonization herself.

She Anna didn't work hard, and ended up only making wedding dresses for others.

"Even if I'm a small character, it's better not to say some things too early, I know a lot more about canonization and Luo Yangyang than you."

Amy, who was arrogant, faced Anna's repeated contempt, and her hands under the table were clenched into fists, and the backs of her hands were bruised.

If it weren't for the canonization, she wouldn't be angry with Anna here, who did she think she was?

"Tell me about it." Anna casually raised her hand and motioned to Amy, "I don't gamble with people who don't have chips. ”

Although Anna's attitude was still the same, she wanted people to beat her, but fortunately she relented, and Amy relaxed a little.

As long as there is a loophole to drill, there is no chance to worry.

Molly had just glanced at Anna without a glance.

Peeking at Anna's catch, after the two looked at each other, she looked over there openly.

Amy was facing away from her, and Amy wasn't that vigilant, so Amy didn't notice her and Lancelot.

"What are you looking at?"

Lancelot saw Molly's attention fall behind him, and after a few moments, he turned back as well.

"Look at the two women at that table, do you know the one with short blond hair?"

Molly stroked her long wavy hair, and pulled her hair behind her with graceful and seductive movements.

"It's a bit impressive."

Lancelot hadn't dealt with Anna before, but the moment he saw Anna, he had a slight impression of her image in his mind, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Her name is Anna, and her family is a mixed street."

Molly took a sip of her coffee, her eyes narrowing at the mellow aroma in her mouth.

"I have an impression of what you said."

Lancelot glanced at Anna again, then withdrew his gaze disapprovingly.