Aren’t those like them, where only the strongest one gains the admiration of everyone?
"Although Number Eight is not as good as One in various aspects, his managent skills are excellent. He manages the sect orderly, allowing everyone’s talent to be utilized effectively."
Ye Ranran suddenly realized, this is making the best use of everything.
"If One is the sharpest knife or sword, then Cheng Lei is the one who wields it," Jun Mochan’s eyes flashed with brilliance.
Ye Ranran obviously disagreed with this statent: "You are the biggest boss behind the scenes."
"Receiving such praise from Ranran makes very happy." Jun Mochan’s face wore a soft, gentle smile, but the occasional flash in his eyes seed particularly chilling.
After all this, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan went about their separate tasks.
The couple loved each other; they didn’t need to be glued by each other’s side every mont to feel connected.
Ye Ranran called Fan Rou, asking if she had reached ho.
Those beasts in the Fan Family were all looming nacingly over Fan Rou, and she was a bit worried that Fan Rou might encounter so mishap.
Having been through what happened with Xu Zi, Ye Ranran had once again found friendship, and the void in her heart was gradually filled by the arrival of Luo Qi and Fan Rou.
Once, she believed she would never form close friendships again, nor did she feel the need to.
Even love had been discarded by her due to the betrayal of that young man.
But now, she was slowly reaping it all again, with Jun Mochan healing her scar-riddled heart.
The courage she had lost was all being picked up again.
In a daze, she could see the young, ignorant, yet proud Ye Ranran.
And the person who gave her warmth, she too, exerted effort to reciprocate, trying to pass her inner bravery and warmth to the other.
"I’m almost there, no problems, don’t worry," Fan Rou said, deeply moved by Ye Ranran’s call.
After all these years, no one had ever called her because they were worried about her.
Even her so-called father never did this; he claid to care about her, professed to be anxious for her, yet he would watch passively as she was bullied.
Even if she disappeared for a week, he wouldn’t bother to call.
As for others, if she died outside, they’d probably set off firecrackers to celebrate.
Yet Ye Ranran, soone who had no blood relation to her, cared about her and thought of her, which moved Fan Rou imnsely.
At her ho’s doorstep, Fan Rou’s steps halted as she saw the shadow lengthened by the lights.
"What’s wrong?" Ye Ranran, on the other end, couldn’t hear her and grew a bit anxious.
"Gu Heng is here, I’ll hang up now, we’ll talk later," Fan Rou quickly explained the situation to avoid Ye Ranran worrying.
But before she responded, she hung up.
"What do you want?" Fan Rou stared at Gu Heng unkindly.
But her face, still visible with the dicine cream dried yet slightly bruised, made her seem a bit odd and her aura sowhat weaker.
"I just ca to see if you are okay," Gu Heng explained weakly.
Yet Fan Rou was not having it: "Now that you’ve seen, can you leave?"
"Don’t get too close to your sister-in-law; it’s not good for you," Gu Heng blurted impulsively.
"You call her sister-in-law, yet you tell not to get close to her? Why?" Fan Rou lifted the corners of her lips, she was clearly smiling, yet it felt like she was mocking sothing: "Are you truly willing to call her sister-in-law?"
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