Xu, Xu Youran?
Is that Xu Youran?
Yue Mingzhu had already sent someone to inquire about Jiang Fan's only official woman.
She naturally knew her name.
At that moment, her heart skipped a beat.
The hands wrapped around her arm unconsciously let go.
Even her proudly raised neck lowered a bit.
Like a little thief caught red-handed by the owner.
With a slightly panicked expression, she retreated to the side.
Xu Youran glanced at her and walked over to Jiang Fan.
She quietly gazed into his eyes.
Jiang Fan felt guilty and said, "Youran, I'm sorry, I..."
He really didn't know how to explain.
In fact, there was nothing to explain.
A flirt is a flirt, sentimental is sentimental.
Arguing just seemed hypocritical and shameless.
Xu Youran covered his mouth.
The tears in her eyes fell down suddenly like a kite with a broken string.
"It's me who should apologize to you, not knowing you've been through so many dangers."
She leaned on Jiang Fan's shoulder, filled with guilt.
