"I know, I won't overthink, don't worry." Some people aren't worth his sadness, not a single tear will he shed for them.
Hearing him say this, Ye Ranran felt relieved.
"Continue with your work, I need to check on Rourou's situation."
I'm afraid her days aren't easy right now.
Ye Ranran called, but Fan Rou didn't answer. She called again, but still, no one picked up.
Her brow inevitably furrowed with worry.
At this moment, Fan Rou was in the study, being interrogated by her father.
"I don't know, no matter how many times you ask, I still don't know." Fan Rou argued loudly.
"Don't know? Something this important, can't you find out even a tiny bit?" Her father slammed the table, his forehead veins throbbing with anger.
"As you said, it's such an important matter, why would he tell me?" Fan Rou looked aggrieved.
"Then what am I supposed to do with you? I think you're just passing messages to them from inside, aren't you?"
