"Ran," Qi Younian said.
Yuran paused in her movement, lifting her eyelids to look at the Qi Younian sitting opposite her. Her heart was indescribably complex, touched yet somewhat at a loss. She set down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at him, "Qi Younian, you don't owe me anything, why the need to..."
"I do owe you," Qi Younian interrupted her, smiling, "You don't have to think in that direction. Consider the complicated situation of my family. Let me put it this way, if I establish my own industry, the ties with the Qi Family will be impossible to sever cleanly.
Therefore, it's quite fitting to put the industry solely under your name. However, I must say this time, don't get used by others again, you're really too gullible."
Yuran stared at the earnest Qi Younian for a while before nodding, not insisting further, "Alright, I take four, you take six."
Qi Younian shook his head, "You take seven, I take three."
