Looking at the young man who appeared in the doorway, watching him speak with a hint of embarrassment,
"I'm back."
The three figures around the little table all lit up at that instant, bright surprise blossoming in their eyes.
"Fang Ran!" "Junior?" "Fang Ran?"
Pale, slender legs flashed before her eyes, footsteps thudding across the pure white floor. Ming Ling had only just realized Fang Ran was back,
when Xia Yao, Fang Xiaoran, and Shui Lianxin had already gotten up and run to his side. In an instant, she was the only one left by the little table, leaving her dumbfounded.
Hey, hey! I specially ordered a premium ice cream cake!
"Why did it take you so long to come back? And why couldn't I reach you at all these past few days?"
Though she had just stubbornly claimed she did not care, Fang Xiaoran was the first to ask. Her usually calm, clear face remained composed, but her gaze was anything but as she looked at Fang Ran,
sweeping her eyes over him from head to toe, worried he might have been seriously injured like last time.
Seeing the three of them come to greet him at the door—and a little surprised that the angelically lovely girl was among them—Fang Ran heard Fang Xiaoran's questioning
and hurriedly brought out the story he had devised on the way back and coordinated with Meng Lang and Gou Yu.
"Ah, well, the cleanup work at the Night Bureau was rather troublesome. Since it was confidential, we had to cut off communication with the outside world for a while, so that delayed us a bit,"
Fang Ran scratched his cheek with his fingertips, secretly breaking into a sweat. Catching sight of Ming Ling out of the corner of his eye, he awkwardly changed