"Tianjiao, what’s wrong?" Seeing that Ye Tianjiao didn’t sit down, the man next to her immediately reached out to steady her.
Ye Tianjiao shrugged his hand off, took a couple of strides to Ye Ranran, and looked down at her: "Ye Ranran, you’ve been following me."
Her tone was assertive, without a shred of doubt.
Ye Ranran stood tall, lifting her head slightly: "Following you? Do you think too highly of yourself?"
Luo Qi was puzzled and clueless about the situation, but she didn’t want Ye Tianjiao to misunderstand Ye Ranran: "Miss, Ranran and I came here to discuss something, not to follow you."
"Well, you’ve even brought help this time."
Ye Ranran grabbed her bag from the table and slung it over her shoulder: "Ye Tianjiao, you’re being depraved. Don’t assume that everyone thinks like you."
She glanced at the man behind Ye Tianjiao, her expression was a mocking smile: "But you’re already married, yet you’re hanging out with another man behind your wife’s brother’s back. I wonder what he would think if he knew."
"Do you think Han would believe your words? He doesn’t even want to see you now." Ye Tianjiao blustered.
Ye Ranran took out her phone: "Are you sure? Should I call him now and ask him to meet?"
Ye Tianjiao reached out to snatch Ye Ranran’s phone, but Ye Ranran skillfully dodged her hand.
"Ye Tianjiao, I advise you not to act rashly, or I will call him right away."
"You dare." A hint of panic appeared on Ye Tianjiao’s face, which flashed by instantly, but Ye Ranran still caught it.
Ye Ranran gave a cold laugh: "Try me if you don’t believe."
"Ye Ranran, you’re despicable!" Ye Tianjiao’s face contorted with rage.
Ye Ranran was not frightened by her terrifying look at all: "Who cares about you and your petty issues? I came here to discuss business. Now that it’s done, I’m leaving. Carry on with your thing."
After finishing her words, Ye Ranran turned around and walked away without looking at her.
Luo Qi followed closely, afraid that she would be caught by Ye Tianjiao if she was too slow.
"Ranran, I heard you mention ’sister’s husband,’ is that woman your sister?"
The guess was a bold one, but Luo Qi couldn’t help but think in that direction.
"Yeah, it’s time to finish work, I’m going to find my husband, you should go back yourself." Ye Ranran responded swiftly and walked away.
Luo Qi watched her leaving figure, glanced at the cafe, and finally left.
When Ye Ranran arrived at J.C, Jun Mochan was still in a meeting, so she waited for him in his office.
"You’re here." Jun Mochan opened the door and saw Ye Ranran, a smile spread across his face.
Seeing him dispelled all the gloom of Ye Ranran. As she was about to stand up, a call came to Jun Mochan’s phone on the table.
The displayed number was unknown. Ye Ranran didn’t know who it was, so she instinctively handed the phone to Jun Mochan: "It’s for you."
Jun Mochan glanced at it and then dismissed it without a second thought: "I don’t recognize the number, hang up."
"What if it’s someone you know who changed their number?" Ye Ranran hesitated.
"Then you answer it for me." Jun Mochan said.
Ye Ranran thought about it, but eventually didn’t do so: "Never mind, let’s just not answer."
She thought it was over, but the other person quickly sent a text message: "Mo Han, are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together. From Xi."
Xi? Feng Xi? Ye Ranran looked a bit unhappy: "How did Feng Xi get your number?"
Seeing the stern look on Ye Ranran’s face, Jun Mochan found it amusing: "What, are you jealous?"
Seeing the handsome face up close, Ye Ranran pushed him aside: "I’m asking you a serious question. Don’t change the subject."