Yun Qiluo's eyes were red as she answered the call: "Beautiful woman..."
Listening to her slightly trembling voice, Yan Yanxin felt a tightness in his chest.
He gently reassured her: "It's okay, don't be afraid. You should continue preparing for the banquet, leave this matter to me to handle."
"Alright."
"It won't escalate," Yan imagined her with rabbit-red eyes and wished he could go to her and comfort her. "I'll handle it and then join the banquet, I'll be there soon. Try to stay with Lady Yun."
"Hmm," Luo Luo sniffled and answered obediently. After a moment, she asked, "Will I be taken away for dissection?"
Yan was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly heard her mumble: "..."
He couldn't help but chuckle softly: "What are you thinking? Who would dare to take you?"
Yun Qiluo pursed her lips and stayed silent.
Yan reassured her once more: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Alright."
