Cheng Xiangyun's response was logical so the fans didn't fight back. Instead, they softened up.

“We only wanted to meet Lunlun. We're just worried that this woman would have something up her sleeves.”

“Don't hurt her, or Zheng Lunlun would never forgive you. Wait there. I'll call as soon as I get an update.”

Cheng Xiangyun hung up immediately after.

The young fans turned to one another. No one knew what to do.

Ning Ran was secretly happy at that. It was a good thing that she was in sync with Cheng Xiangyun who would be able to come up with something. All Ning Ran needed to do was to wait patiently.

Ten more minutes passed before the doorbell rang again.

Ning Ran was about to answer the door when a man blocked her path.

Another person went over to open the door and saw a few brawny men standing outside.

The person leading those men was the head of Nan Family's security - Qiao Zhan.

“Who are you?” the fan asked Qiao Zhan.

Qiao Zhan tossed the fan aside and walked in.

Another man rushed forward to stop Qiao Zhan but was knocked out of the way by a single move from Qiao Zhan.

Yet another man stood forward to get Qiao Zhan in trouble, but that man soon had his throat choked while he was being lifted off the floor with his toes barely making it to the ground.

“Quit playing, kids,” warned Qiao Zhan coldly, “Or you'll get hurt.”

No one dared to make another move. The fans understood then that the man in front of them wasn't friendly, and they were scared.

Qiao Zhan approached Ning Ran and said, “Ms. Ding, so sorry for arriving late.”

Ning Ran and Qiao Zhan had spent quite a bit of time together when they were trapped in the jungle so they were old pals at that point.

Friends who had been through hell together formed stronger bonds.

That bond made Ning Ran feel safer and more familiar when she saw Qiao Zhan.

“Thank you for coming,” said Ning Ran as she nodded.

“Let's go,” said Qiao Zhan.

“Okay.”

the front. Qiao Zhan followed behind her

weren't happy about it, but they didn't dare to

you? Don't let her get away,” said one of the women who couldn't hold it in anymore, “There are so many of you! Can you

forward to grab Qiao

over his shoulder and made the man fall hard on the

Is there no end to this? I don't give a shit about you being fans, but don't get my young mistress

at the fans.

protecting her, Ning Ran finally got out of the

at the hotel front door. That was Nan Chen's official ride and was used to

Rolls-Royce's plate numbers were all 8 and was a sign of just how influential the Nan

just limited. It was custom made, and there was

addition to the Rolls-Royce logo, the back of the car also had an obvious 'N'

a Director of Commerce from the Middle East when he received Cheng Xiangyun's

choice but to have his chauffeur turn the car around to come and

and Ning Ran saw the man inside the

hesitation annoyed Nan

Is my car not good enough for you? This car costs more than an average helicopter.

getting in or not?”

“Yes!”

replied but felt that their conversation sounded

got in the car obediently and sat

comfortable with every seat being separated so that the

between every seat so that a laptop can be placed on top

to conduct a meeting, and Nan Chen was going to use that feature to discuss his Middle Eastern investment with the Director of Commerce when

didn't give him any peace. She had just caused

infuriating bit was that he couldn't ignore her, nor did

I worry about her because she's

Chen's face and noticed that he was exceptionally upset that

having that bitch

a good thing that I don't owe him any money or

Ning Ran who was just

matter what had happened between them, the Poker Face had saved her that day. If he hadn't helped, she would be in deep trouble with those young

a hotel?”

didn't have anywhere else to go. Cheng Xiangyun's house was surrounded

“You had it coming.”

Ran exhaled angrily but she

it, she agreed with Nan Chen. If she hadn't gone out to have

one mistake to

disagree?” asked

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