An Ran followed his hand and looked toward the trash can, where there was a pile of snack wrappers and ice cream wrappers. Among the snack wrappers were her favorite chocolate pies and those off-brand ice creams.
It's not her fault for being careless; she really didn't expect Mu Xingfeng to check the trash can. When she bought ice cream, she wasn't as careful as Mu Xingfeng. She picked a couple just because the packaging looked nice, only to find out at home that they were brands she hadn't heard of. Since she'd already bought them, not eating them would be a waste, so she ate them.
An Ran's eyes darted around a bit, and she finally said, "Those are someone else's, yes, someone else's—Liu Hu's and Vice President Huo's. The weather is so hot, when guests come, you have to serve them, right?"
An Ran casually looked for an excuse, not caring at all how poor her excuse was.
