"You think I’m a fool? Where could you fall by yourself?" Mrs. Huo questioned.
"Mrs. Huo, don’t ask anymore." Xia Shi looked away.
But Mrs. Huo swore to find out: "You won’t tell, will you? I’ll find out myself."
"It was Ye Ranran." Seeing Mrs. Huo about to make a phone call, Xia Shi quickly confessed.
Ye Ranran, her again.
Mrs. Huo wanted to call Ye Ranran, but suddenly realized that she did not have Ye Ranran’s phone number, so she could only call Jun Mochan.
"Mo Han, look at what your wife has done to Xiao Shi?"
Mrs. Huo was stunned, not understanding why he asked such a question, but she answered honestly: "No."
"Then why are you calling? Even if my wife killed her, I wouldn’t mind."
After saying that, Jun Mochan hung up the phone.
Mrs. Huo trembled with anger.
"Mrs. Huo, forget it, Brother Mo Han doesn’t like me, let’s just drop it." Xia Shi said with an almost mournful tone.
"Let it go? How can we let it go? He’s just bewitched by that vixen. Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to help you. You just focus on recovering."
"I’m fine, Mrs. Huo, you don’t have to worry."
Xia Shi’s understanding made Mrs. Huo feel even more fond of her.
Ye Ranran was very happy to see her plan working. Seeing her smiling, Che Hao almost couldn’t help touching her face.
"What’s happened? Why are you so happy?"
"Nothing. Let’s get started..." Ye Ranran took out her design drafts. "I’ve drawn several styles; you can see which one you prefer."
Che Hao accepted them, but didn’t look immediately: "Has your Mr. Jun seen them?"
"Yes, all of these have been approved by him. Once we choose one, it can go into production."
"Which one do you like the most?" Che Hao asked, looking down.
Ye Ranran pointed to the one in the middle: "The middle one. The indigo robe with silver-embroidered edges on the collar and sleeves, and a belt made of cyan auspicious cloud brocade on the waist."
Che Hao nodded, "Indeed, it’s beautiful. Then let’s pick this one."
So easygoing? Ye Ranran gave him a suspicious look: "Are you plotting something?"
"You’re right, I am." Che Hao looked through the drafts. "I have a fashion show tonight, would you like to come with me?"
"Sure." Ye Ranran agreed without hesitation.
Che Hao looked at her in surprise: "You’re so straightforward? Aren’t you afraid your husband will be angry?"
"It’s normal for designers to go see shows, right? Why would he be angry?" It wasn’t a date, let alone an affair.
"That’s true. Then you go get ready, I’ll pick you up tonight. I’m very satisfied with this work." Che Hao handed the drafts back to Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran was confused, but the most important thing right now was to inform Jun Mochan.
With that thought, Ye Ranran naturally pulled out her phone and dialed Jun Mochan’s number.
Jun Mochan was in a meeting when his phone rang. Seeing it was Ye Ranran’s call, he signaled for a pause.
"It’s me, I’m going to a fashion show with Che Hao tonight and might be back late."
"Send the time and place, I’ll pick you up later."
His gentle and magnetic voice pulled at any woman’s heartstrings. The senior executives at J.C. looked at Jun Mochan with envy.