Facing the director's inquiry, Feng Yan glanced at Xu Ran without a word, seemingly seeking approval.
To his credit, Feng Yan is indeed a real man, not only capable of handling matters but also tight-lipped; without permission, he wouldn't utter a word.
And when Feng Yan sought his approval through a glance, Xu Ran naturally nodded his consent.
For such a minor support skill, there's no need to keep it a secret, especially not now.
So Feng Yan coughed and said, "Director, it's all thanks to Xu Ran. He comforted me for a while, and the fear in my mind vanished immediately. No more shivering and cold sweats."
The director thought he misheard: "Ah?"
Aunt Lu Ya raised her thin eyebrows: "Ah? How is that possible? Normally, you'd need a high-tier spiritual cultivator! Xu Ran is only a little over five years old, right? Even if his root bone is exceptional, it's impossible for him to possess the abilities of a spiritual cultivator, right?"
