"This move was well played. The portion of public support we lost has been regained, and it's actually trending upward," Wen's father said.
It was rare for him to speak at the dining table. Ye Ranran's clear and bright eyes finally revealed a hint of warmth. "Mm."
Wen's mother placed some food into her bowl. "Have these days been tough? Eat more."
"Thank you, Mom."
The meal was relatively harmonious. Returning to her room, Ye Ranran picked up the results of the identification report, but ultimately put it down again.
She had to leave the day after tomorrow. She had originally planned to discuss the matter with her parents tonight, but feared they might tell Fu Rong.
She also worried that Fu Rong might have planted a listening device somewhere in the house.
If Fu Rong found out about all this… She wasn't sure if she'd be able to leave.
After weighing her options carefully, she decided not to take the risk.
