An Lan, who was busy inflating a balloon with a pump, barely looked up as she spoke, "Sure, we have invited them, but whether they can come tomorrow is uncertain; now is not the time to burn bridges."
Zhang Ya, intrigued, watched An Lan closely and asked, "Lanlan, how do you plan to stop Lu Media's people from coming?"
Just as An Lan was about to answer, the balloon she had struggled to inflate started leaking air with a 'pop' because she hadn't pinched the opening correctly. The balloon, previously round and full, instantly deflated and flew away. An Lan stared in shock; her palms had turned red from the effort.
Seeing this, Zhang Ya couldn't help but snort with laughter. When An Lan turned her mournful eyes towards her, Zhang Ya quickly covered her mouth, but her laughter still slipped out through her fingers.
"It must be a problem with the pump," An Lan remarked, biting her lip in frustration as she angrily tossed the pump aside. That's when Zhang Ya leaned in closer.
