Lan Anran shouted loudly and returned to the classroom. She saw Zhao Xiaolei staring at her with a horrified expression.
"Does that man like you?"
Lan Anran didn't know how to reply. It doesn't seem right to say that he likes her, because it would seem that she likes him more than he likes her. It also doesn't seem right to say that he didn't like her as they had registered their marriage. This was hard to explain.
She sat down, shaking her head.
"Anran, why didn't you tell me that he likes you? I was so embarrassed just now."
Zhao Xiaolei hugged Lan Anran and spoke aggrievedly.
"I don't know if he likes me or not."
Lan Anran really didn't know. In her past life, Mo Jinrong loved her deeply, but in this life, she hadn't felt his love at all.
"Do you like him then?"
Zhao Xiaolei asked.
Lan Anran looked at her, shaking her head.
"You're blushing, it means you're lying. You like him!"
