"I didn't," Fan Yubing obviously didn't want to discuss this topic with him. She looked at her watch and then said, "It's time; you should go to work now. You don't need to worry about my matters, focus more on the company."
Fan Xinglan realized he was indeed going to be late, looked at Fan Yubing, opened his mouth, but in the end, couldn't continue speaking.
Forget it, for things like this, saying anything wouldn't help. His sister obviously no longer trusted him completely, treating him as if he was on the same side as Little Sister-in-law — though he indeed was on Little Sister-in-law's side.
Fan Xinglan hurriedly left the house under the pressure of time.
He really wasn't living up to the demeanor of an heir at all; ever since he took over the company, he couldn't be late for work every day, if he was, his father would criticize him in meetings in public, which was practically a public execution.
So he felt he was working harder than a corporate drone.
