But Lin Nuan didn't know how to console her. Lin Nuan wasn't the kind of person who would interfere too much in her friend's love life.
"Lin Chen!"
Lin Nuan heard a delicate voice.
Perhaps because the voice was calling out Lin Chen's name, she instinctively turned around to look. She saw a young lady in a pink dress standing up at a table in the distance, waving at the door's direction.
Lin Nuan shifted her gaze toward the door. It was indeed Lin Chen.
Su Manman, who was about to leave, sat back down and asked Lin Nuan with a prying smile, "Isn't that your brother? Why does he look so angry?"