He felt something was off, so he called to ask.
"It's urgent, just come quickly." Ye Ranran didn't say much.
Fan Rou was hesitant to speak.
"I know what you want to say, but look at him now; even if you try to stop him, he's bound to interfere." Some things simply can't be stopped.
Rather than constantly pushing him away, it's better to make good use of him.
One was standing beside the man, staring at him coldly with a murderous glare, making the man feel a chill down his spine.
"Drag him over here," Ye Ranran said.
One picked the man up like he was trash and placed him in front of Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran's eyebrows were sharp, her gaze like a knife: "I'm giving you a chance. Tell me honestly, who sent you here?"
How much hatred must there be to wish for Fan Rou to die like that.
The man kept his head down, refusing to meet Ye Ranran's eyes, adamantly staying silent.
"Find a way to get him to talk," Ye Ranran said.
