The only difference was, she had gotten Senior Luo Lan's consent, and Luo Lan, who didn't really care about her reputation, was just looking to make some easy money for living expenses from the Second Generation Son.
Xie Ying'an seemed to be lying in bed, the light on his end dimming significantly.
Beneath the dusky light, the features of the young boy became slightly blurred, and his pitiful voice came through the microphone softly, "Ranran?"
"Mm?" Qingran twirled her fingers around the earphone cord.
After another moment of silence, Xie Ying'an said, "Please don't be upset with me over those irrelevant people, okay?"
His voice was low and husky, revealing an undisguised tone of sorrow.
Because of the whole Huang Qianyu incident, the awkward tension, though not quite a full-blown argument, had really frightened him.
Their relationship had just taken a significant turn for the better, and he didn't want it spoiled by anything.
