In the afternoon, Lan Jia'er arrived at Yang Fan's villa.
Her expression was a bit complicated, leaving one to wonder what was on her mind at that moment.
Yang Fan looked at her and smiled slightly: "Don't be so tense. Can I eat you up? Besides, if I did, I'd leave you some bones; that's merciful enough."
With a half-joking tone, Lan Jia'er couldn't help but smile: "Really? I'm not nervous."
"Since you're here, accompany me for a walk. I'm usually by myself anyway."
Lan Jia'er didn't refuse. She followed Yang Fan, got into her car, and let Yang Fan drive them away.
Yang Fan drove to several places, the drive uninterrupted along the way.
In the midst of fun, Lan Jia'er expressed some worry about the gambling showdown a few days later: "Are you really confident?"
Yang Fan, hands on the steering wheel, didn't look back: "More confident than eating you."
Nie Yuling had said he was a man of many capabilities. Seeing his calm demeanor, Lan Jia'er's remaining bit of worry vanished.
