"Ah? You are... you are Miss Yanran?" Ye Lin's voice suddenly rose eighteen degrees.
Zhao Yanran slightly pursed her lips and chuckled, "It's me. His Highness will come over soon. I'll relay what you said to him. Do you have anything else?"
"No... nothing else. Have Minister Mu come here as soon as possible." Ye Lin initially wanted to ask about something, but he decided not to.
He still wanted to arrange something for these people from the Heavenly Dao Continent until Mu Rufeng himself came over.
The call ended, and Zhao Yanran put the phone away.
"Miss, you're so beautiful. Can we take a picture together?"
At this time, two young ladies in ancient attire approached, looking at Zhao Yanran expectantly.
Although Zhao Yanran didn't understand what taking a picture meant, she didn't feel any malice from the two, so she smiled and nodded.
Immediately, the two young ladies stood beside Zhao Yanran and took several selfies.
