She valued Fan Rou’s life the most, and he could have Zhou Xian act as an undercover, to take the risk, because Zhou Xian was his subordinate, dedicated to his service.
But Fan Rou was not, she was just her friend, who might also beco a confidante, a bestie, she had no reason to let her take risks for her.
"Dangerous, Ranran, do you know that I knelt outside for three hours today? Holding a durian, now not only my face is green, but my hands are also bleeding. At that ti, I just thought, how wonderful it would be if they were all dead." Fan Rou’s voice was low and soft, like catkins dispersing in the wind, settling in the heart, yet giving one an incredibly chilly feeling.
Ye Ranran didn’t know how to respond, nor did she know how to persuade.
She understood Fan Rou’s emotions, for she too had been ostracized and left with nowhere to hide in that household.
Sotis, not fighting back is not weakness, but a lack of strength.
Many tis, what is needed is a breakthrough, or rather, an opportunity.
And Ye Ranran was precisely the opportunity Fan Rou had been waiting for.
"We’re about to enter," a warm and pleasant voice ca from Ye Ranran’s side.
Fan Rou hurriedly said, "Ranran, are you outside now? Then I won’t bother you."
"I’ll think about it, and you should think it over carefully too. Don’t make a decision in the heat of the mont," Ye Ranran was still hesitating in her heart, so she did not agree to Fan Rou right away.
Fan Rou’s tone was exceedingly resolute: "I’ve decided. If there’s no problem on your side, just let know."
Hearing her words, Ye Ranran sighed and ended the call without saying anything else.
Looking at her little face crumpled up, Jun Mochan stretched out his hand and vigorously rubbed it: "What’s the matter? Why the concern?"
Ye Ranran slapped his hand away: "It’s about Rourou."
"Why do others get such affectionate nicknas, yet you never call like that?" Jun Mochan was discontented.
The most affectionate she got was calling him ’husband’, and at other tis just Mr. Jun.
She didn’t even call him by his na.
"So what do you want to call you? Mo Mo? Han Han?"
Jun Mochan felt a shiver run down his spine: "Forget it, just be normal, okay?"
Ye Ranran had the urge to strangle him. It was he who complained about the lack of intimacy, but when she was more intimate, he called her abnormal.
Are all n so difficult to serve?
Just then, it happened to be their turn to enter, with five burly n dressed in black standing on each side, appearing to be security guards but were actually enforcers.
Jun Mochan and Ye Ranran placed their thumbs on the fingerprint scanner, and their photos and profiles imdiately appeared on the computer screen overhead.
Jun Mochan’s profile took up a large section, detailing how old he was when he started his entrepreneurship, how he made his first bucket of gold, and any misdeeds he had done.
Ye Ranran’s was much simpler, and oh, right, both of them were not using their real nas, Jun Mochan was called Han Mo.
Ye Ranran was called Mo Ran.
Ye Ranran quickly glanced over her introduction; it was very simple, just ntioning what she did before, how she t Jun Mochan, and when she married him.
It was all very detailed, as if it were true, Ye Ranran was truly impressed.
They took their seats, choosing the last ones because they didn’t want to attract too much attention.
But they hadn’t expected the event to be so packed, the hall capable of seating over three thousand people was completely full.
"Brother, what are you interested in?" the person sitting next to Jun Mochan asked.
"A bronze horse, I heard it’s well-preserved, looks as good as new, very collectible. How about you?" Jun Mochan had naturally done his research beforehand.
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