She didn't want to bring trouble to anyone innocent.
Huo Zhanting saw An Lan's heart soften, and his own heart melted into a puddle.
His large hand gently stroked An Lan's hair, his deep voice brimming with tenderness. "Don't worry, I've already planned everything. Besides, this reporter? Xiao Yihe won't be able to touch her. She's the daughter of the director of the national station. Once Xiao Yihe learns about her identity, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly."
Upon hearing that the reporter was the daughter of the national station's director, a flash of surprise crossed An Lan's eyes. If this were the case, then Xiao Yihe indeed wouldn't dare to make a move. Otherwise, things would become even harder to handle.
Thinking of this, An Lan pressed the button for the car window.
