Despite receiving a reassuring answer, Yang Yuran was not very at ease.
Her eyes scanned back and forth over Qin Muyu and Lin Xusheng's faces, and with a timid voice risking reproach, she asked, "How do you plan to handle this? Remember, we mustn't go public with old Master Fan's issue."
"You won't call me anymore?" Lin Xusheng raised an eyebrow, his chubby face twitching.
Like a butcher, the man exuded an aura of ferocity, causing Yuran's heart to tremble rapidly, and she parted her lips slightly.
Just as she was about to speak differently, a voice with a low pressure nearby called out, "Assistant Lin, don't scare Ranran, she's timid."
Was she really timid?
Yang Yuran looked at Qin Muyu with confusion. Qin Muyu raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, evoking a feeling of doting fondness akin to scratching a little kitten's back.
