An Lan gave him a thumbs up with heartfelt admiration.
She was impressed by his courage to personally destroy his own company's reputation.
No matter what kind of company it was, she believed that 99% of men would not do such a thing.
"Judge Xu, don't regret it in the future." An Lan's expression was complicated.
Xu Baohan continued to stir-fry the vegetables, his brows unmoving. "With this lousy company gone, he should give up and stop forcing me to be a trading item. Of course, Lawyer An, don't complain about my parents' poverty in the future."
"Of course not, I know you did all this for me."
This time, it was An Lan's turn to hug him from behind. Her face was buried in him, absorbing the faint fragrance of the orchid grass laundry detergent on his body.
