Huo Yi looked at her with so concern, wanting to follow, but just as he lifted his foot, he paused: "Mom, if Ranran forgot about the past, then let it be. Why do you have to deliberately bring it up?"
"She asked herself, and you guys didn’t say not to tell her," Huo’s mother said in a low voice.
"My matters have nothing to do with her, so don’t bother her anymore. No matter who you call to persuade her, it won’t work," Huo Yi didn’t want to say more and walked out with a flick of his hand.
When he reached the door, he only saw the car’s tail; it had already driven far away. Only when it was out of sight did he head towards the garage.
J.C had been handed over to a professional manager. Jun Mochan existed as the boss behind the scenes, only needing to make major decisions and manage the managers of the branches.
The managers everywhere submit monthly reports, and then he doesn’t bother with other matters.
His current workplace is the administration building. Jun Mochan is at the top level, followed by Chu Ji and Zhou Xian.
His five gorgeous secretaries stayed at J.C, and he simply brought a special assistant over.
It seed Jun Mochan had specifically instructed, so Ye Ranran encountered no obstacles in reaching the top floor.
Her footsteps were slightly frantic as she pushed open Jun Mochan’s office door. She had been in such a hurry that she forgot to knock.
Zhou Xian was inside discussing sothing with Jun Mochan. Seeing Ye Ranran panting, they both frowned.
"What’s wrong?" Jun Mochan stood up and walked over to support her.
Zhou Xian sensibly said, "I’ll go out first and co back to see you later."
In fact, he also wanted to know what had happened, but clearly, it wasn’t appropriate to ask now.
Ye Ranran’s heart was beating quickly, with a faint tingling pain. She tried to calm down, and once she felt better, she asked, "I have sothing to ask you. Be honest with ."
"What is it? Why so urgent?" Jun Mochan’s hand lightly patted her back: "Did sothing big happen?"
"Was I your brother’s girlfriend before?" Ye Ranran asked very seriously, locking her gaze on Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan’s smile faded a bit: "Who told you that?"
"Don’t worry about who told . Just tell straight, is it true or not?" Ye Ranran pursued, insistently demanding an answer.
Jun Mochan nodded: "Yes, your first love was him, but that was over ten years ago."
His tone was relaxed and natural, as if discussing sothing as simple as today’s al.
"Then how did you and I end up together?" Why did she feel like the relationships were so chaotic?
The intricate relationships made Ye Ranran feel like she was acting in an annual drama.
Two brothers falling in love with the sa woman? And repeatedly becoming rivals? Not even TV dramas are this spectacular, right?
"You’re overthinking it. You and I got together years after you broke up. We casually t, liked each other, that’s all. Sorry, it’s not the plot you imagined." Jun Mochan ruffled her hair.
"Then why didn’t you tell ?" Ye Ranran still wasn’t satisfied.
"It’s been over ten years. Is it necessary to bring up old millet from the past? Or are you still not over him?" Jun Mochan’s gentle eyes seed as if washed by rain, dark and bright, with a clear yet dangerous look.
"Definitely not."
"Then that’s it. So, does knowing make any difference? Alright, now can you tell who told you?"
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