They looked around in confusion, and Lin Nianhe quickly snatched the meat bun from Wen Lan's hand and found a small corner to start nibbling on it.
Wen Lan was stunned for a long time, looking at her empty hands and then at Lin Nianhe, who had eaten half of her bun: "You silly girl, if you wanted a bun you could have just asked. Was it necessary to spin such a tall tale to trick me?"
The others gradually came to their senses too, with resentful gazes falling upon Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe swallowed the bun in her mouth and sincerely said, "This time I'm really telling the truth. My dad just called, but he also said it's just an idea for now, the specific implementation time is to be determined. But I think we can start preparing in advance, so we take the lead, right?"
After hearing this, Sister Lan furrowed her brows: "So, last time when you said you had a letter for me and conned me out so you could eat my bowl of sour soup dumplings, was that made up?"
