She gave him a chance, Jun Mochan knew, "trust him" carried a weighty meaning, and nobody knew that better than he did.
"Since you trust me, you should leave here right now," Jun Mochan's tone was tinged with coldness, even his graceful eyebrows carried a sharpness.
In the past, he had only looked at his competitors like this, but now, he was looking at her that way.
Ye Ranran gave a self-deprecating smile, "I can go back, but I want her to leave right now."
Chin lifted, she watched Song Yue, like a monarch, unwilling to lose her pride even in defeat.
She was Ye Ranran, even at her poorest, she never lost her pride, and she was not about to start now.
"Ranran, you're being too much," Jun Mochan's tone already carried anger.
Ye Ranran laughed as if she was delighted, laughter resonating in her chest, "Is this too much? Have I not done even worse things? You've seen them with your own eyes, haven't you?"
