She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Ah Zhan, what's with that expression on your face? Sister Manshu gets along well with people her own age. Shouldn't you be happy for her?"

In childhood, I tried not to laugh out loud.

"Don't forget, you are now Sister Manshu's third uncle."

"One of the young men present today may become your nephew's son-in-law in the future."

"Isn't the guy who was arguing with Manshu the Wu kid? Don't you like him?"

Tongnian stared at Yan Zhan's face and saw that he had no expression on his face, but there was a sense of dark clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and he deliberately provoked him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like the kid from the Wu family. How about the Gu family? Didn't they say that the Gu family and the Yan family have a verbal engagement? Maybe Manshu likes the eldest son of the Gu family? If she likes Gu Zimo, will Mr. Yan change her engagement partner?"

There is no need to ask, Yan Zhan has the answer in his heart.

If the old man knew that his granddaughter liked Gu Zimo, although he would not agree with her and Yan Siyu competing for the same person, he would still be biased in his favor.

"Although Mr. Gu is not that great, I have to say that his two sons are good-looking. If Manshu doesn't like the older one, he can choose the younger one. Didn't he just have a car accident? It can be said that he and Manshu have known each other for a long time."

"If there hadn't been this car accident, you wouldn't have found Manshu, the real daughter of the Yan family."

When children talk too much, one person is worth five thousand ducks.

Yan Zhan gave him a cold look and said, "Shut up."

Tongnian put his hand on his mouth and made a zipper-closing motion: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Isn't it okay not to say anything? But, if it rains, my mother will get married. I think Sister Manshu will find you a nephew-in-law sooner or later."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." Yan Zhan glanced at him and was about to go over.

Just then, a waiter accidentally knocked over the orange juice that Manshu had just placed on the table when he put a cup on the table.

Manshu happened to be pulled by someone and had no time to avoid it. Her beautiful dress was instantly wet.

No one present seemed to notice the sudden change, and the waiter who accidentally spilled the orange juice was also startled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The clumsy waitress apologized to Manshu in a soft and trembling voice.

Seeing her like this, it would be difficult for most people to argue with her.

"It's okay, you're dirty too, go clean it up." Manshu looked at her skirt, frowned, but quickly relaxed.

Yan Manshu was not angry, which was a bit beyond Yan Siyu's expectations.

She was displeased for a moment, but hid it very well.

Yan Siyu took the napkin on the table and wiped the stain on Manshu's skirt.

"Sister, please don't argue with the waiter. Let me help you wipe it."

Manshu avoided her hand, took her tissue and handed it to the waitress: "Wipe it first, don't be nervous, this dress is only a few hundred thousand, you should be able to afford it if you work hard all your life."

Manshu was just joking, but she didn't expect the waiter to avoid the tissue she handed over and kneel down in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Manshu, it's my fault. Please forgive me, I really didn't mean it. I really can't afford to pay for the skirt. I have a seriously ill father at home, and you have already killed me in school. Now, for a skirt, I can only give you my life as compensation."

Manshu was stunned. What does it mean to kill everyone in school?