"Thank you, Miss Xiangrong."
After hearing An Xiangrong's words, Chu Anran fell into silence. After a few seconds, she sincerely thanked An Xiangrong.
Others didn't understand what Chu Anran meant, but An Xiangrong did.
She was merely expressing gratitude for An Xiangrong's help to the Chu Family. Picking up the teacup on the table, An Xiangrong took a sip of the tea. Feeling her mouth less dry, she put down the teacup, looked at the person across from her and started softly, "Miss Chu, I have a good friend who is in a situation similar to yours."
"Are you referring to Miss Lin from the Lin Family?"
As soon as An Xiangrong had finished speaking, Chu Anran faintly voiced. Though her words implied a question, her tone was confident, a statement rather than a question. Seeing the other party nod, Chu Anran showed a slightly bitter smile, "As far as I know, Mr. Lin is very fond of his niece, Miss Lin."
But Chu Xiang hated her to the point that he wished her dead.
Outside the door.
