Before Yan Yan could speak.
He quickly interrupted, "Your big brother waved his hand and took the brand I painstakingly built, and I still have to pack it up neatly and hand it over to you. In light of how diligently I've worked, let me come over to your place for a bit, okay?"
Yan Yan sat down on the sofa, elegantly propping his legs up on the coffee table.
Lazily, he asked, "Just you coming?"
Fan Xinglan hastily moved the phone aside and glanced at a few of his brothers beside him.
It was the same group from the chat earlier, all friends of Yan Yan, a bunch of crown princes who, with nothing better to do, liked to stir things up.
At this moment, they were gathered around Fan Xinglan.
They were all scheming to take advantage of the weekend to visit Yan Yan's home and see the legendary young girl he reportedly brought back and hid there.
Upon hearing Yan Yan's words, they panicked, glancing at each other.
After a long pause, one of them picked up the phone.
