He held a bowl of seafood noodles, sitting on the sofa slurping it down. When he saw Ye Ranran, he tilted his chin upward: "Find a seat first. I'm going to eat something, and then I'll check on you."
The news was playing on the TV, and Ye Ranran couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity—she suddenly wanted to know how Fu Rong's campaign was going.
It should be fine, right? She had revised his speech countless times, coupled with his popularity and the media hype. His chances were quite good.
"Ranran?" Fan Rou waved her hand in front of Ye Ranran's face.
Ye Ranran snapped back to reality, a flicker of frustration flashing in her eyes. What was she thinking? Fu Rong was the last person she should be thinking about.
By then, Shen Yuzhe had finished eating. After tossing his trash outside, he turned to Ye Ranran and said, "Come upstairs with me."
"Oh." Ye Ranran obediently followed him.
One and Fan Rou stayed downstairs as usual.
