The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 861 - 858: The Old Driver

Chapter 861: Chapter 858: The Old Driver

The faint glimmer of sympathy in his expression added a layer of brightness to Ye Ranran’s eyes.

"What I’m saying is true," Ye Ranran spoke earnestly, "Just live the way you want to, and let no one, no matter who they are, bully you."

Even if she didn’t like her, she couldn’t let outsiders bully her.

Family matters should only be spoken about by family members, not outsiders.

Huo’s mother looked at the radiance on Ye Ranran’s face, her eyes tender and bright, and sighed. What had blinded her back then?

How could she have thought that Ye Ranran wasn’t good enough for Jun Mochan?

She wanted to say something to lighten the mood, struggled for a long time to find the right words, and failed, until the car stopped.

"We don’t need to get out. We can just watch from here," Ye Ranran said as she took out her cell phone.

Just as she was about to make a call, her phone rang. It was Zhou Xian calling.

"Ranran, have you arrived?" Zhou Xian’s sunny voice came through the receiver.

There was a genuine smile in Ye Ranran’s eyes, "We’ve arrived. Have the reporters and the like arrived yet?"

"They’re here. I’ve got everything ready, and the child too, One has already brought him over."

"Is his presence necessary?" It was just a matter of grabbing a child, they could have just sent someone skilled for the job, why did One need to make a trip himself?

"The young master ordered it," Zhou Xian’s voice carried a hint of teasing.

Ye Ranran blushed, unsure why she did.

"Is it about to start?"

"In ten minutes. When Xia Qing makes her appearance, we’ll bring out the child," Zhou Xian instructed Ye Ranran.

"I understand. Don’t worry, I know what to do. It’s you who should be careful not to let anyone notice you making this call."

Zhou Xian, glancing at Xia Qing who was approaching from a distance, wore a smile warmer than the afternoon sun, "I have to go, someone is coming."

"What did they say?" Huo’s mother asked.

"Nothing much, just arranging a play. You’ll just have to watch," Ye Ranran replied.

Before another word was spoken, someone knocked on the car window.

Ye Ranran rolled down the window and saw One’s deadpan face.

Ye Ranran opened the car door, and One got into the car swiftly, holding a large bag.

It was black, and unclear what was inside, but Ye Ranran guessed something.

"What is this?" Ye Ranran asked calmly.

"The young master sent me to deliver these props. They’re powerful," One recited Jun Mochan’s words faithfully.

Ye Ranran’s mouth twitched, "Isn’t it going to suffocate him?"

If he suffocated, that would certainly complicate matters.

"No," One brought the bag closer to allow Ye Ranran to see the small holes on it.

That way, it wouldn’t suffocate the child, but wouldn’t the child be able to see who they were?

"I’ve blindfolded his eyes and blocked his ears; you don’t need to worry."

Such a professional indeed.

Ye Ranran was reassured and looked outside.

In the middle of everything, Xia Qing left her seat once and when she returned, it was hard for her to maintain her composure, but the ceremony had begun.

Traditionally, the secretary and the mayor gave speeches. Xia Qing’s anxious expression became increasingly apparent, but after the speeches, it was her turn to take the stage.

Everyone’s attention, though subtly, was focused on her. How could she leave?

Thirty minutes after Zhou Xian’s speech, Ye Ranran glanced at One.

Once again, One picked up the bag and stepped out of the car. He went to a corner, set the bag down on the ground, then opened the bag, untied the rope, and quickly disappeared.