"Keep an eye on things for , I’m going to make a call." Fan Rou took out her phone from her bag and walked outside.
Of course, she was calling Ye Ranran, who was nestled in the study with Jun Mochan.
One person was reading a magazine, the other was working, the atmosphere was particularly harmonious, and then Ye Ranran’s phone rang, which was particularly out of harmony.
As soon as she put the phone to her ear, Fan Rou’s loud voice blasted into her ear: "Ranran, I’ve found him."
To avoid going deaf, Ye Ranran slightly moved the phone away.
"Ranran, are you listening?" Without a response, Fan Rou called twice more from the other side.
"I’m here, congrats! Finally, the clouds have cleared to see the moon."
"You uneducated girl, can you stop misusing idioms?" Fan Rou teased.
At the sa ti, she recounted the events to Ye Ranran: "Tell , was it wrong for to do that?"
"You’re not wrong, but Number Five wasn’t wrong either. You can hardly take care of yourself right now, let alone others?" If you’re to take care of others, you first need to be doing well yourself.
"You’re right too, but can you just let sit back and do nothing?" At least they helped her, she also wanted to help back sohow.
"How about this, bring her over, and we’ll apply for a tuition-free spot for her. But you can’t tell her directly. Say that if she gets into the top ten, she can waive the tuition, otherwise, she’ll have to pay. Ask if she’s willing to co." Ye Ranran suggested after so thought.
If the girl succeeds in her studies, it would be a blessing for the country, and of course, Ye Ranran would help if she could.
"Good idea, thank you, Ranran, I knew you’re smart." With her, it seed nothing was impossible.
"Okay, stop flattering ." Ye Ranran was immune to such words: "By the way, how’s Lan Shao? Is he okay?"
"Not good, he’s been unconscious ever since, fell off the mountain while escaping, and was saved by the little girl." At this, Fan Rou’s voice dropped: "Ranran, it’s going to be okay, right?"
"What could happen? Don’t overthink it. Do you need to arrange soone to pick you up?"
"No need, Number Five has already arranged soone to co." Fan Rou was doodling with her foot, unable to sound upbeat.
"Then I’ll find you an expert." Ye Ranran said again.
Fan Rou sniffled: "Ranran, I think you’re like my mom, no, you’re better to than my mom."
"Do I look that old to you? Like your mom?" If not for her good temper, Ye Ranran would have scolded her.
"No, I’m complinting you, really, you’re the best to ." Fan Rou emphasized.
"Got it, rember to have a daughter in the future, so she can marry my son."
"...No way." Fan Rou flatly refused.
Ye Ranran was just joking, but hearing her response made her unhappy, and she almost asked in a demanding tone, "Why? What’s wrong with my son?"
Jun Xiaobao is a favored talent, more than a match for anyone.
All mothers probably feel their children are the best in the world.
"He’s just too good, so I think I can’t match up." If Jun Xiaobao liked her daughter, that would be another story.
If not, and she really did have a daughter, it would only be painful for her to dive in unrequited.
Ye Ranran felt it was too early to talk about this and recognized her reaction was a bit much. She rubbed her temples: "Hmm, be careful, call when you get back tomorrow."
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