Compared to his panic and helplessness, Yan Yan remained quite composed.
He lazily leaned on the sofa and spoke casually, "Why panic? I’m not buying your company."
Buying the company would be a disaster! His family would go bankrupt!
However, as he calmed down, he began to realize some discrepancies.
After all, they were friends who had some connection, and though Yan Yan was a bit odd, he wouldn’t go this far.
Something must have happened.
"Did someone in my store offend you?"
The man lazily replied, his voice low and magnetic, sounding pleasant.
But in Fan Xinglan’s ears, it sent chills down his spine, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
He promised himself he’d investigate which clueless individual had actually provoked this weirdo.
Young Master Fan suddenly remembered that he owned a women’s clothing store, specializing in young girls’ fashion brands! He was instantly horrified!
What was Yan Yan doing there?
Having known him for years, he understood that this weirdo had no women around him, nor was it possible he’d have any. Could it be that he... had some peculiar hobby???
Then, went to the store to buy clothes, only to be insulted by his employees?
The more Fan Xinglan thought about it, the more this plot development seemed plausible, and he felt like he’d uncovered a shocking secret.
His voice lowered considerably, "I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and give you an explanation." By implication, he would also do his best to keep the secret of his being a hidden fashionista under wraps.
Yan Yan was completely unaware that his friends were having wildly imaginative thoughts.
A memory flashed before his eyes of a young girl looking distraught and pitiful in front of the clothing rack when he first entered, and he squinted dangerously, "I don’t want to see those two people in Imperial City again."
Fan Xinglan’s heart trembled, and he quickly responded, "Alright, don’t worry."
Being personally ordered by Yan Yan to leave the city meant that no one in the entire Imperial City would dare employ them; that was unquestionable.
He felt no sympathy; they brought it upon themselves.
Even if Yan Yan had some strange hobby, it was not for them to gossip about.
Mr. Yan was still Mr. Yan.
But... Fan Xinglan couldn’t stop his imagination.
Yan Yan’s face was more beautiful than a woman’s; wearing women’s clothing would surely outshine any female star in the entertainment industry.
He hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and cautiously spoke, "Yan, if you’d told me earlier you were into this, I’d give you as many clothes as you wanted, there’s no need to cause such a fuss..."
Yan Yan paused, almost snapping his phone.
His exquisite face completely darkened, "Get lost!"
Fan Xinglan shuddered, his strong sense of survival quickly kicking in, "You weren’t the one who wanted to wear it?"
He was puzzled for a moment and became even more confused, "Then why else would you buy my brand?"
His brand was neither large nor small, and because it followed a high-end route and was a young girl series, its audience was actually not very broad; earnings couldn’t compete with the international brands Yan Yan owned.
He really couldn’t figure out why Yan Yan bought it.
To this, the man just casually gave two words, "For fun."
Meanwhile, Yun Qiluo, beside him, was eagerly waiting for him to finish the call and unfasten her seatbelt so she could get out.
Having waited a long time and still not seeing him hang up, she finally became anxious.
She reached out and tugged on his sleeve, trying to gain some attention.
This action successfully brought Yan Yan’s gaze toward her.
When he looked over, the young girl spoke tearfully, "Beautiful