Yang Yuran confidently walked towards the door, Zhou Yuanyuan's choice was obvious—she would certainly send Qin Muyu back to Zhan Yaohang's home. First, stabilize the morale, then slowly infiltrate.
As she grasped the handle and opened the door, an excited call came from behind her, "Your name is Yang Yuran, right? Little Yuran, wait for me, I'll help Muyu into your car. Look, look how good your bestie is, Yuanyuan is really thinking of you, agreeing to send Muyu back to your place."
"What!?"
Yang Yuran slowly turned around, shocked as she gazed at the man happily announcing the news, unable to calm her inner turmoil for a long time. Had Zhou Yuanyuan gone mad? Sending the man she liked to her home late at night, alone together!
She just hoped she had misheard, her nerves being on edge all night causing auditory hallucinations.
Zhan Yaohang, with both hands grasping Qin Muyu's right arm, dragged him up and draped his arm over his own shoulder.
