"Yan Shixiu, I suddenly don't want to outlive you anymore. If you leave, I'm certain I would follow you."
Yan Shixiu knew she wasn't kidding and kissed her ear, saying, "The millennium iron tree might have bloomed."
"What do you mean?"
"Miss, you've actually learned to act coy," Yan Shixiu laughed.
Shi Lan, annoyed and embarrassed, bit his ear and then moved away from his embrace to sit beside him, saying, "And there's the matter with the Lian Family. I didn't expect them to reach so far. It seems they really do have an issue with my identity as a small artist. Plus, what's wrong with them? We've made our stance clear multiple times, yet they persist so doggedly. What are they planning?"
Yan Shixiu served the chicken soup and placed it in Shi Lan's hands.
Shi Lan pondered for a moment, then scoffed, "If you were just an inconspicuous white-collar worker, would they be so eager to acknowledge you?"
