Compared to his panic and helplessness, Yan Yan remained quite composed.
He lazily leaned on the sofa and spoke casually, "Why panic? I'm not buying your company."
Fan Xinglan: "..."
Buying the company would be a disaster! His family would go bankrupt!
However, as he calmed down, he began to realize some discrepancies.
After all, they were friends who had some connection, and though Yan Yan was a bit odd, he wouldn't go this far.
Something must have happened.
"Did someone in my store offend you?"
"What do you think?"
The man lazily replied, his voice low and magnetic, sounding pleasant.
But in Fan Xinglan's ears, it sent chills down his spine, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
He promised himself he'd investigate which clueless individual had actually provoked this weirdo.
Wait a minute...
Young Master Fan suddenly remembered that he owned a women's clothing store, specializing in young girls' fashion brands! He was instantly horrified!
What was Yan Yan doing there?
