An Lan hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded.
She didn't speak, turning around to walk outside.
As she reached the door, Ye Qinghao called out to her from behind, "An Lan."
An Lan stopped in her tracks.
Ye Qinghao smiled, "An Lan, you don't need to feel pressured. The family's issues are their business and have nothing to do with you. You don't need to feel guilty."
Ye Qinghao wasn't foolish; how could he not know what was really going on?
An Lan coming over suddenly today, looking as if she had done something wrong, he certainly understood.
But the family's competition had nothing to do with An Lan, and he didn't want her to feel responsible.
An Lan didn't turn back; instead, she nodded, hastened her steps, and left the room.
Watching her back, Ye Qinghao felt a sense of unease in his heart, but he couldn't quite articulate where it came from...
