An Xiaoru's words had barely left her mouth when An Yusheng's eyes also narrowed, a glint passing fleetingly across them as he fixed his gaze on her.
Father and daughter exchanged a mere look, and An Yusheng understood immediately.
An Xiaoru coughed lightly and walked over to An Yusheng, lowering her voice, "Dad, Fan Mu has a special regard for Yimo. He even sent someone to Hengtai to find her before, but Yimo has already left Hengtai. So, I think if Yimo reached out to Fan Mu, he would definitely agree to meet her. Or, if Yimo could just speak up…"
"You'd better give up on that idea. Are you not aware of her character? Do you think she would agree? And you expect her to speak up, too. You can even say that after the incident with Ling Jue and Xixi, we've already offended her. Do you think she would agree?"
An Yusheng's face darkened as he cast a displeased glance at An Xiaoru, his tone far from kind—
"Use that brain of yours when you talk and think!"
