Anxin wasn't really foolish.
She had indeed drunk some alcohol that evening, but not enough to lose consciousness. She had just been sleepy and dozed off for a while; her mind might have been a bit foggy, but she wasn't so drunk as to be confused about everything.
In Huo Lingan's eyes, she saw her own reflection.
And the undisguised urgency, worry, and panic in his eyes, she wasn't completely oblivious to.
He was worried about her.
Very worried.
But Anxin was a bit confused.
She indeed felt a moment of bewilderment, but after that dissipated, she remembered the images she saw trending online that day.
At the time, she thought the paparazzi's angles were just exceptionally sneaky, very adept at capturing shots.
They were able to photograph her and her little uncle with such an atmosphere.
It was truly… outrageous.
Moreover, having just met Zhou Caiyu at Huo Lingan's house a few days ago, her fixed impression prevented her from entertaining any random thoughts.
