Ouyang Yan had been holding back for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence, "No need, it's not that expensive, and besides, I arranged the meeting today, it's me who should apologize to you. Just a piece of clothing, it's nothing. Come on, Director An, I'll offer you a toast."
She had sacrificed so much, today's drink must make An Lan drink it, Ouyang Yan's eyes turned, filled with ill-intentions.
An Lan's gaze fell on Ouyang Yan's now ruined skirt.
Not that expensive? An Lan thought she still knew a bit about it.
What Ouyang Yan was wearing seemed to be a custom-made piece, costing at least five hundred thousand. If you ignore her nearly twisted expression, then An Lan might really believe that to Ouyang Yan, it was nothing.
Since she doesn't want compensation, I won't pursue responsibility, and there's no need for me to rush to pay either. Pretending not to see its real value, An Lan nodded, "If that's the case, then I will drink."
