"Out of friendship, I'm telling you this, but if you don't like hearing it, then forget it. I won't say it again."
Just like Ye Ranran, Fan Rou also had a soft spot in her heart. When someone treated her well, she would try her best to reciprocate.
At first, she really couldn't stand Qin An; she was still perturbed by that matter.
But after learning the truth, she no longer blamed him.
Back then, she was the one who enticed him, and it was natural for him to lose control.
In matters of mutual passion, if one party was unwilling, given Qin An's proud nature, he probably wouldn't have touched her.
At least for all this time, Qin An's hands had been proper, never taking advantage of her.
The smile on Qin An's face gradually disappeared. He stared at her for a moment before looking away. "The old man really likes him."
The "old man" he mentioned was naturally his father.
