"I’m afraid you might be traumatized."
This thoughtful statement made Ye Ranran suddenly recall that ever since the car accident, she hadn’t driven a car herself.
Now it’s midnight, and the driver is asleep. She had to drive herself.
"I’m not afraid, I’m not that delicate." Ye Ranran was very calm.
With that sentence, admiration grew in Zhou Xian’s eyes.
Most women would start to panic in such situations, but Ye Ranran hasn’t asked a single question.
Not everyone could possess such calmness.
Ye Ranran didn’t have the time to think, she hung up and went straight to the garage, got into a white Audi sports car, and drove off.
She didn’t see the person who had been following her all along.
Huo Yi had just come out of the study and saw Ye Ranran at the door, but she didn’t notice him.
Seeing her rushing, he decided to follow her.
The road was relatively deserted, and Ye Ranran ran red lights all the way, throttling to the max, heading straight for the Charm Club.
She somehow managed to cut the half-hour drive down to ten minutes.
Huo Yi cursed at her from behind, thinking that this woman was reckless. He didn’t realize she could be this bold.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Zhou Xian leaning idly at the entrance.
"Ah Xian, where’s Mo Han?"
She originally intended to call out Zhou Xian’s name directly, but Jun Mochan had said that Zhou Xian was his man, so she treated him as one of her own.
Zhou Xian nodded in a direction not far off. "Isn’t he over there?"
In the heavy rain, Jun Mochan’s handsome figure was somewhat hazy in the night, but she spotted him at once.
He was throwing punches at the man standing right in front of him.
Without a second thought, Ye Ranran rushed over, opened her umbrella, and held it over his head.
With no rain, Jun Mochan instinctively looked up. He saw the umbrella above his head and then Ye Ranran standing behind him.
He was surprised and let go of his grip; Gao Han fell to the ground.
"Ranran, why are you here?" he asked, his tone tinged with surprise.
Ye Ranran looked at him coolly. "Why can’t I be here?"
Gao Han who had fallen to the ground had somehow gotten up. When no one was noticing, he suddenly grabbed Ye Ranran.
"Ranran, you’re here." Gao Han’s tone was full of satisfaction.
With his forceful hug, Ye Ranran stepped back abruptly and almost fell.
Under the pouring rain and the dim light, the rain slid down her cheek, blurring her vision.
That’s why Gao Han found an opportunity.
Jun Mochan pulled him off Ye Ranran and possessively held her in his arms. "Gao Han, she’s my wife now."
Hearing his childlike statement, Ye Ranran smirked. "Alright, why bother arguing with him? Let’s go home."
She had wanted to give him another beating, but seeing his swollen face, Ye Ranran let go of the idea.
"Yes, let’s go home." Jun Mochan clung to Ye Ranran like a big cat.
He was afraid that Ye Ranran would get angry.
And Ye Ranran was indeed angry.
However, in front of others, she still treated him with respect.
"You’re an adult, yet you run out in the middle of the night to fight?"
"I went out to handle some business tonight and bumped into him by chance. My fists got itchy," said Jun Mochan nonchalantly.
He glanced at the car behind him and his face grew colder.
He stepped on the gas and the car sped off, quickly disappearing from Huo Yi’s sight.
Ye Ranran sat calmly in her seat, shooting a puzzled glance at Jun Mochan. But if he didn’t explain, she wouldn’t ask.