Still blaming her, Ye Ranran grumbled in her heart, but she obediently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She had long felt sticky all over, just that she was preoccupied earlier and couldn’t be bothered.
When she had taken off her clothes and laid down in the bathtub, the bathroom door was opened from the outside.
Ye Ranran exclaid in surprise, instinctively covering her chest and sinking her body into the water.
Jun Mochan lazily leaned against the doorway: "What’s there to cover? What part of you haven’t I seen?"
It’s rare to see soone being so righteously roguish.
The little shyness and awkwardness in Ye Ranran’s heart disappeared completely, she looked at him generously and raised her chin challengingly: "It’s late at night, you’re not sleeping and are here to watch bathe? Haven’t you seen it all? What’s there to look at?"
"I ca to ask if you’re planning to return to the studio?" Jun Mochan asked seriously, though he didn’t dare to et Ye Ranran’s gaze.
"Mm, I’m going back." Didn’t he try everything to remind her, just hoping she’d return? Since that’s the case, how could she refuse his goodwill?
"Great, I’ll take you over tomorrow." Jun Mochan left, closing the door for Ye Ranran as well.
He ca just to ask this? Ye Ranran found it both amusing and infuriating.
The studio was running impressively, Jun Mochan had specifically hired soone to manage it, and among those Ye Ranran recruited back then, only Zhao Xiao remained.
When she saw Ye Ranran, Zhao Xiao suddenly stood up from her chair and, staring at Ye Ranran for a long ti, asked tremblingly: "Are you... Sister Ranran?"
Ye Ranran looked at her with smiling eyes: "Yes, I am."
"Ah!" Zhao Xiao scread, running over to hug Ye Ranran: "Sister Ran, you’re finally back, I missed you so much."
"During work hours, what are you making such a fuss about? If you don’t want to work, just leave." A stern voice scolded from behind Zhao Xiao.
Frightened, she quickly let go of Ye Ranran and timidly apologized: "Sister Lan, I was wrong."
The person Zhao Xiao referred to as Sister Lan was nad Wang Lan, the one Jun Mochan hired to help manage the studio. Her temper wasn’t great, but she was competent.
In the past two years under her leadership, the studio developed impressively, it’s just that for so reason, Ye Ranran felt the gaze she fixed on her wasn’t very friendly.
Though she hid it well, Ye Ranran was no longer the Ye Ranran she used to be. No matter how well the other party hid it, Ye Ranran could extract the best-hidden emotions from those eyes.
Ye Ranran shifted her gaze onto her face, the radiant gleam in her clear eyes gradually gathering, her lips slowly curved into a smile, and she extended her slender hand, slowly saying: "Hello, I’m Ye Ranran."
She didn’t deliberately say she was the owner of the studio, nor did she ntion she was Jun Mochan’s wife, she just stated her na.
Those unfamiliar with her wouldn’t naturally understand the weight her na carried, but those who knew even a bit about her would understand the aning behind those three characters.
Whether as Wen Cai or Ye Ranran, she was soone standing atop, looking down with admiration.
The other party smiled at her and shook her hand: "Hello, I’m Wang Lan."
"Thank you, Designer Wang, for your hard work over the past two years. Now that I’m back, I’ll be taking over so matters naturally. Could you please hand over the studio’s designer list, as well as the projects currently in your charge to ?"
"Oh, and also provide a collection of their representative works, along with the upcoming projects that haven’t been allocated yet."
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