"I’m clearly dressed as a woman, are you blind? Can’t you see that?" It’s just a bit ugly, that’s all.
Can’t ugly people go out? Who are they bothering?
"Indeed, it’s hard to distinguish." One remarked after scrutinizing for a while.
Ye Ranran picked up the teapot on the table and hurled it at him, but One deftly dodged.
"Get lost if you’re free to bother ."
So annoying.
She didn’t want to see him right now.
"Alright, I’ll go get a cara." One just felt he was kindly reminding her.
Because he was afraid that once the photos ca out, she would scare herself.
But since she didn’t appreciate it, never mind then.
As One expected, when the photos ca out, Ye Ranran exclaid, "Oh my, I bet my mom wouldn’t recognize ."
"Madam, your mom passed away a long ti ago."
"Are you stabbing in the heart?" Ye Ranran glared at him.
One quickly apologized, "No, absolutely not, I misspoke."
Considering his sincere apology, Ye Ranran decided not to argue with him. She examined herself in the photo and asked, "Am I really that ugly?"
One carefully replied, "You have a very distinctive look."
"Not bad, you’ve even learned how to talk."
"Thank you for the complint, Madam."
After spending so much effort on her makeup, Ye Ranran was naturally reluctant to just let it go to waste.
She handed the photo to One, "Let’s go with this, get it done as soon as possible."
"Okay."
After dismissing One, Ye Ranran originally intended to call Jun Mochan, but on second thought, she decided against it.
She wanted to surprise him, and besides, he seed so busy before.
He’s probably still dealing with things now, so she didn’t want to distract him.
Thinking about it, Ye Ranran called Fan Rou.
Fan Rou was looking at the newspaper at that mont.
The matter of trying on the wedding dress last ti had been exposed. Fan Er’s impatient expression and look of disgust were captured clearly.
Headline: Hidden motives behind love, the young master marries for his future at the expense of marriage.
This headline, combined with the photos below, once again pushed this already much-talked-about marriage into the spotlight.
Fan Rou sat in the living room, her brow furrowed, occasionally twitching.
An outsider would think she was worried, but in reality, she was overly delighted.
However, the reality didn’t allow her to show it, so she had to hold it in.
Just when Fan Rou felt she was about to suffer internal damage from holding it in, Ye Ranran’s call ca.
She put down the newspaper and went to take the call.
"Sis, you sit down for a bit, I need to take this call." Fan Rou said to Jia Shanliang.
Jia Shanliang nodded.
"Ranran." Back in her room, with the door closed, Fan Rou answered Ye Ranran’s call.
"If I’m quick, I could be back tonight." Ye Ranran shared this terrific news with Fan Rou.
Fan Rou wanted to scream, but luckily she covered her mouth in ti.
"Really? Then I’ll co pick you up."
"Please, there’ll be plenty of people welcoming , do you need to co?"
Actually, Ye Ranran really wanted her to co, but thinking about the current complicated situation of the Fan Family, she figured it was better if she didn’t co.
To avoid giving anyone an excuse to find fault or make a fuss.
"True, then I’ll just welco you back at ho."
At this mont, a roar ca from downstairs, and Fan Rou realized Fan Er had returned.
She said to Ye Ranran, "I can’t talk now, there’s sothing here."
"Alright, be careful, don’t get yourself in trouble trying to watch the drama." Ye Ranran advised her.
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