The door to the study suddenly opened, and Lan Xinhan came out, pinching his nose a little tiredly, seeming somewhat surprised at why An Yuqian was standing at the door.
"Why are you here?"
An Yuqian's eyes trembled, struggling to contain the immense emotions surging inside, she reached out and grabbed Lan Xinhan's arm: "Xinhan, tell me, has he come back..."
An Yuqian never imagined in her dreams that that person actually returned, that he could actually come back...
Lan Xinhan's complex gaze fell on her, and he spoke: "That's right, he has returned, do you want to see him?"
Those words drenched An Yuqian in coldness from head to toe, just as she wanted to ask something, she saw Lan Xinhan's peculiar expression, and blurted out: "Xinhan, what do you mean?"
"Nothing."
Lan Xinhan remained placid, yet his tone carried an air of sarcasm: "Your ex-husband has come back, there's nothing wrong if you want to see him, is it necessary for me to personally take you over?"
