"Besides the Song Family, who else is going to attend? Can you compile a list for me?"
"I’ll send you their photographs. Their names will be on the photos. Within these three days, you need to memorize their names and positions. I’m afraid the old man may have you hosting the guests on your own."
Logically speaking, the young miss of the Jun family would not need to do such things, and since it’s her first appearance, she should be escorted.
But looking at the old man’s attitude, she might face some difficulties.
Anyway, it’s better to be well-prepared.
Ye Ranran thought it would be at most two pages of paper, but Zhou Xian actually sent her seven pages.
The pages were densely packed with colorful photographs, her eyes were bedazzled at the sight.
"Isn’t this too much?" Ye Ranran chatted with Zhou Xian on QQ.
Zhou Xian didn’t usually use such tools, but after finding out that Ye Ranran liked it, he and One each applied for an account.
In it, Ye Ranran was his only friend.
"No, it’s not too much. These are all high-profile political figures. I’ve marked those who are friendly with us with a blue background, and those who are friendly with the Song family with a red background. The ones with the last name Song are from the Song family."
This complex relationship made Ye Ranran’s head spin.
She had always known that politics was tough, but when she faced it directly, she was still scared.
Zhou Xian stared at the five characters on the screen, deleting and typing over and over again, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
After Ye Ranran recognized all the people from the Song family, One came in from outside, holding a bowl of medicine.
"How come you’re here?" asked Ye Ranran, puzzled.
"Naturally, I walked in."
One placed the medicine near Ye Ranran’s mouth, but her eyes never left the computer.
One put the medicine on the side of the table.
Ye Ranran shut her mouth, indicating that unless he fed her, she wouldn’t drink it.
Soon, One came in with a napkin and put it around Ye Ranran’s neck.
Picking up the medicine again and placing it near her mouth, she opened it without hesitation.
One forcefully poured it in.
Ye Ranran choked but ignored him, continuing to stare at the screen.
"If you keep looking at it , you definitely won’t finish today," One leaned on the table.
Ye Ranran ignored him.
"Even if you continue tomorrow, you still won’t finish."
"Are you here specifically to discourage me?" Ye Ranran finally said, annoyed.
The future seemed bleak, and she was already upset, but he still insisted on discouraging her. Did he have no conscience?
One sighed, "Aren’t you going to ask me?"
"Wouldn’t questioning you be difficult for you?" For someone like him who might die from talking too much, wouldn’t it be worse to keep him talking non-stop?
One didn’t bother to respond to her, but instead pointed to the person on the screen and said, "Did you get up to this person? Then let’s start from here!"
Fifteen minutes later...
"The last person from the Song family is Song Yue. She’s the only girl in the family and is cherished by many. Currently studying abroad, she rarely comes home. Just keep this in mind, you might run into her one day."
One pointed at the radiant woman in the photograph.
Ye Ranran stared thoughtfully at the photograph, feeling that the woman looked familiar, as though she’d seen her somewhere before.
She couldn’t recall where at this moment!
Just as Ye Ranran was about to give it some more thought, the phone rang.