Ye Ranran said nothing, just bit her lower lip resolutely, staring at him with stubborn reluctance.
Fan Rou was her friend, and she didn't oppose her going undercover, but she didn't want her to take that path.
It was a road of no return.
Jun Mochan sighed and pulled her into his embrace: "Really, there's no dealing with you. Alright then, I'll have Number Five teach her some techniques, and until then, she had better keep quiet."
Number Five had always been surrounded by men, and as long as she was unwilling, no man could do anything to her.
She was the only female among the top ten.
"I knew you were the best." Ye Ranran gave him a peck.
Jun Mochan chuckled, shaking his head helplessly.
Of course, Ye Ranran would never go in. When she reached the door, she called Fan Rou, who, not wanting her to wait too long, came out in less than five minutes.
She opened the car door and got in: "You came quite fast."
"Didn't want you waiting too long."
