A personal assistant, plain and simple, is the boss’s assistant and caretaker. As long as the boss needs them, they are expected to arrive at any time, and any place.
Of course, Ah Chuan knew this.
"I understand, Madame, I’ll just have a word with her and then I’ll be back!"
Ye Ranran nodded, giving him permission.
"Call me if anything happens, and with just a phone call, I’ll be right there."
Luo Qi didn’t want to bother with him, nor did she feel like arguing. She made no move, just quietly looking at him.
As if looking at a place beyond him.
Having said what needed to be said, Ah Chuan left with Ye Ranran.
Back in the car, Ah Chuan was about to sit in the front passenger’s seat when Ye Ranran stopped him: "Wait, sit in the back with me."
Was he going to sit in the front passenger’s seat? One looked a little unhappy.
"Three people can sit in the back, I’ll sit in the middle!"
At Ye Ranran’s command, neither One nor Ah Chuan could disobey. So for the first time, the three of them sat together in an incredibly awkward arrangement.
Actually, the car was quite spacious. There was plenty of room for the three of them. Each person had space, so none actually made contact with the others.
So Ye Ranran didn’t feel awkward at all!
"Tell me, what happened?" Ye Ranran’s eyes were half closed, looking straight ahead.
But Ah Chuan knew she was asking him.
Knowing that he couldn’t hide anything from her, Ah Chuan told her everything as it was.
As Ye Ranran listened, she was startled, her eyes unconsciously widening.
"Ah Chuan, Ah Chuan, I was originally planning to help you, but now I don’t know how to. Forget it, just handle it yourself!"
Ah Chuan pursed his lips, understanding that he had made a bad situation worse.
But his intentions were not !
Not long after Ah Chuan and Ye Ranran left, Luo Qi stood for another half hour.
Seeing the snow falling increasingly heavily, Luo Xuan persuaded her: "Sister, let’s go home. We can come back to see mom when we have time."
Luo Qi nodded: "Okay!"
She turned around only to see a woman walking towards her with a large black umbrella.
She involuntarily stopped, quietly waiting for the woman to approach.
Soon, Qingli reached Luo Qi: "My condolences!"
"Who needs your feigned sympathy?" Luo Qi scoffed disdainfully.
"You’re misinterpreting. I’m not here to comfort you. I’m here to see you in despair!"
"I see, you’re the vixen from the phone." Luo Xuan suddenly pointed at Qingli and said.
"Who is the vixen? If anyone, your sister is!"
"You’ve been talking nonsense again. Watch me beat you to death!" Luo Xuan rolled up her sleeves, ready to teach Qingli a lesson.
"Come on, hit me. I’ve hired a lawyer who will be here soon. If you hit me, I’ll have you pay me compensation!"
Luo Xuan stopped, wanting to strike but fearing trouble for Luo Qi. Thus, she could only glare silently at Qingli.
"Don’t look at me like that. Otherwise, I might impulsively do something I don’t know."
Luo Xuan was about to say something, but Luo Qi pulled him back: "Do you have business with me? If you’re just here to see my grief, you’ve seen it, and you can leave now!"
"Actually, I’m here to tell you something!"
Intuition told Luo Qi that whatever Qingli was about to say wouldn’t be pleasant, but she couldn’t show weakness!
"If you have something to say, say it straight!"
"Did your mother say anything to you before she died?"