Under An Ran's scrutinizing gaze, Xiaoyu Huang's face turned deathly pale. She didn't know how much An Ran had found out. She clearly heard Wang Xia say to send the pants to 203, so how did she know about 207?
Could it be that she's aware of everything?
Xiaoyu Huang's legs suddenly felt like they were filled with lead. She wanted to escape this embarrassing atmosphere but couldn't take a single step.
"Where I send it has nothing to do with Miss An, does it? Don't think that just because your man is a captain, you can be so arrogant. My brother is still the Chief Guard, so I don't need you to tell me what to do."
Xiaoyu Huang, ashamed and furious, hugged the clothes and tried to flee.
"Xiaoyu Huang, do you know what you're doing? You've been used, and you don't even know it? Wake up!" An Ran tried to keep her voice low, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
Xiaoyu Huang stopped in her tracks again, looking at her in terror. Did she really know?
