When the servants of the Han family appeared at the Yang Family's door, Yang Fan's feelings were complicated.
He hadn't figured out how to face this little girl yet.
The Yang Family had pushed several times, so he had no choice but to hit the road.
As he sat in the carriage, he kept wondering to himself, why did he have such thoughts?
Could it be that he couldn't forget Murong Yan? Maybe, he didn't know either.
All the way to the Han family, he stepped into Han Lingxin's room, and the servants automatically withdrew.
Han Lingxin looked at Yang Fan as he walked in, then came out, hands behind her back, without the slightest hint of a little girl's shyness.
That's not right!
This girl is so bold; with the change in identity, does she not feel embarrassed at all?
"What are you looking at!"
Just as Yang Fan thought, indeed nothing happened.
"Oh, nothing much," Yang Fan said calmly as he walked over.
