Compared to his panic and helplessness, Yan Yan remained quite composed.
He lazily leaned on the sofa and spoke casually, "Why panic? I’m not buying your company."
Fan Xinglan: "..."
Buying the company would be a disaster! His family would go bankrupt!
However, as he cald down, he began to realize so discrepancies.
After all, they were friends who had so connection, and though Yan Yan was a bit odd, he wouldn’t go this far.
Sothing must have happened.
"Did soone in my store offend you?"
"What do you think?"
The man lazily replied, his voice low and magnetic, sounding pleasant.
But in Fan Xinglan’s ears, it sent chills down his spine, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
He promised himself he’d investigate which clueless individual had actually provoked this weirdo.
Wait a minute...
Young Master Fan suddenly rembered that he owned a won’s clothing store, specializing in young girls’ fashion brands! He was instantly horrified!
What was Yan Yan doing there?
Having known him for years, he understood that this weirdo had no won around him, nor was it possible he’d have any. Could it be that he... had so peculiar hobby???
Then, went to the store to buy clothes, only to be insulted by his employees?
The more Fan Xinglan thought about it, the more this plot developnt seed plausible, and he felt like he’d uncovered a shocking secret.
His voice lowered considerably, "I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and give you an explanation." By implication, he would also do his best to keep the secret of his being a hidden fashionista under wraps.
Yan Yan was completely unaware that his friends were having wildly imaginative thoughts.
A mory flashed before his eyes of a young girl looking distraught and pitiful in front of the clothing rack when he first entered, and he squinted dangerously, "I don’t want to see those two people in Imperial City again."
Fan Xinglan’s heart trembled, and he quickly responded, "Alright, don’t worry."
Being personally ordered by Yan Yan to leave the city ant that no one in the entire Imperial City would dare employ them; that was unquestionable.
He felt no sympathy; they brought it upon themselves.
Even if Yan Yan had so strange hobby, it was not for them to gossip about.
Mr. Yan was still Mr. Yan.
But... Fan Xinglan couldn’t stop his imagination.
Yan Yan’s face was more beautiful than a woman’s; wearing won’s clothing would surely outshine any female star in the entertainnt industry.
He hesitated for a mont, lowered his voice, and cautiously spoke, "Yan, if you’d told earlier you were into this, I’d give you as many clothes as you wanted, there’s no need to cause such a fuss..."
Yan Yan paused, almost snapping his phone.
His exquisite face completely darkened, "Get lost!"
Fan Xinglan shuddered, his strong sense of survival quickly kicking in, "You weren’t the one who wanted to wear it?"
He was puzzled for a mont and beca even more confused, "Then why else would you buy my brand?"
His brand was neither large nor small, and because it followed a high-end route and was a young girl series, its audience was actually not very broad; earnings couldn’t compete with the international brands Yan Yan owned.
He really couldn’t figure out why Yan Yan bought it.
To this, the man just casually gave two words, "For fun."
anwhile, Yun Qiluo, beside him, was eagerly waiting for him to finish the call and unfasten her seatbelt so she could get out.
Having waited a long ti and still not seeing him hang up, she finally beca anxious.
She reached out and tugged on his sleeve, trying to gain so attention.
This action successfully brought Yan Yan’s gaze toward her.
When he looked over, the young girl spoke tearfully, "Beautiful
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