His gaze was like a piercing bolt of lightning, reaching straight into her heart. With an aura so overpowering, his invasive stare left Ye Ranran feeling as if her innermost thoughts had nowhere to hide.
Sure enough, he asked, "Who told you something?"
Ye Ranran's heart skipped a beat. Did he sense something? How could that be? She had concealed it so well.
Suddenly, he reached for her bag.
She clung to it tightly, but he grabbed her wrist, skillfully pried her hand away, and took out her phone, scrolling through her contact list.
There was nothing unusual.
Ye Ranran felt an unexpected wave of relief. Her years of meticulous caution had paid off. When Jun Mochan warned her to guard against Fu Rong, she had deleted Fu Rong's number from her phone and memorized it in her mind.
Furthermore, she would always delete the call history immediately after making contact.
"As long as you behave, I will naturally ensure their safety." Fu Rong handed her phone back to her.
