"I agree too."
"I think the sa way..."
Below was a chorus of agreent from the people.
"The less virtuous one is, the greater the harm one can cause with increased power and influence. The more power one has, the larger the misdeeds if they lack integrity. Do I need to explain such an obvious logic to you?"
Everyone below fell silent.
"Imdiate dismissal and investigation." Huo Yi ordered coldly.
Soone imdiately stepped forward and took Fan Er away.
Huo Yi had finished his act, and next, it was the turn for the Huo Family to perform.
A perfectly fine banquet was thus ruined.
"Ranran?" Fan Rou looked at Ye Ranran with concern.
"I’m fine." Ye Ranran’s face had already returned to normal, but her eyes still seed dull.
Fan Rou knew that there was a heart-wrenching past between Ye Ranran and Huo Yi, but the past was the past.
However, so people kept bringing it up as if it was a lifelong blemish for her.
A relationship starts beautifully. Though it may not last, the mories are still beautiful, why?
Why has it beco so dirty now? So dirty that one doesn’t want to ntion it?
"Don’t overthink." Jun Mochan rubbed her head with his large hand, "I’ve never regretted eting you, nor regretted waiting for you."
The only regret was at the very beginning, why he hid in the room and didn’t co out.
If he had treated her well from the start, would that past have never existed?
At this mont, the door was just opened from the outside, and Huo Yi ca in, his gaze first sweeping across Ye Ranran’s face.
His lips moved as if wanting to say sothing, but in the end, said nothing.
"Let’s go." He said to Fan Rou.
He really wanted to say sorry, but even he didn’t know what he was apologizing for.
Actually, what he regretted most was not holding her hand until old age.
And those youthful promises had long been blown away by the wind, forgotten by both of them.
Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan continued to sit in the room, waiting until everyone had dispersed before heading back.
"By the way, I can get through to Fu Rong, can you locate him?" Ye Ranran said, suddenly thinking of sothing.
"Even if you call now, he won’t pick up." Jun Mochan said with certainty.
"Really?" Ye Ranran was skeptical, quickly dialing Fu Rong’s number.
Fu Rong was currently near the Jun Family villa, using binoculars to watch the villa not far away, keeping an eye on the room where Ye Ranran lived.
Seeing Ye Ranran’s call, he picked up without a second thought.
"Xiao Cai."
Ye Ranran felt there was a trace of gentleness in that voice, which might have been an illusion.
She thought she must be crazy because how could Fu Rong be gentle?
Even if he was, it wouldn’t be for her.
Just as she was about to say sothing, her phone was snatched by Jun Mochan.
"It’s ."
Upon hearing that voice, Fu Rong’s tone beca as cold as the icy peaks: "Where’s Xiao Cai?"
"I think you’re mistaken. She’s not ’Xiao Cai.’ She’s my wife, Ye Ranran." Jun Mochan’s tone was dark and icy.
He had long been displeased with Fu Rong, itching to give him a beating, but since they were in another country and he had to bring Ye Ranran back, he didn’t want to stir up trouble, so he just stirred things up a bit.
"Let her listen to the phone." Fu Rong said unceremoniously.
Jun Mochan’s gaze turned chilling and intimidating: "You’re dreaming."
"Jun Mochan, back then you were arrogant in my country, blew up our national security bureau. Tell , should I take revenge for this?"
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