Xiao Xiao saw An Ran in such a state and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she chatted with her about other things until their phones were about to run out of battery and they finally hung up the call.
An Ran thought the issue with Chen Shanshan was over after that, but to her surprise, in less than two days, Chen Wanli visited their home again. This time not only Chen Wanli and his wife, but Chen Shanshan herself also came.
In the living room, An Ran looked at Chen Shanshan, who was sobbing like a pear blossom bathed in rain, and Chen Wanli, whose face was full of sorrow. She turned to Mu Xingfeng in confusion.
Mu Xingfeng was still as cold and elegant as ever, his long legs crossed in front of him, one hand resting on the back of the sofa behind An Ran, and the other gently pinching An Ran's small hand. His whole demeanor was lazy and casual.
He didn't even raise his eyelids to look at the delicate beauty in front of him.
