Father Yan and Yan Yi'an fell silent at the same time.
Father Yan naturally shot Yan Yi'an a look.
Yan Yi'an: "..."
Yan Yi'an himself did not have much of an entertainment life, so he turned to look at his two younger sisters.
To be honest, Yan Wan had not quite processed it yet.
How had they suddenly found Grandpa's senior brother, and how had that person suddenly died again?
But she could sense Yan Xianjue's gloomy mood.
There had not been much going on at the foundation lately, and she had reorganized it more than once in the years since taking over.
Its internal procedures were already well established. It could run on its own even if she was not there personally.
So she had been able to focus on rehearsing with the dance troupe.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Do you remember Ruan Baibai?"
Yan Xianjue looked up.
Seeing that he had become a little interested, Yan Wan did not keep him in suspense. "After she was forced to drink, she had a huge falling-out with her mother. Then her father, who usually barely had any presence, came out to smooth things over. She decided to try developing her career with a dance troupe abroad."
Ruan Baibai's dance style was not really suited to developing overseas, but Yan Wan had still helped her contact several dance troupes she knew.
Perhaps because, among the protagonists she knew of, Ruan Baibai was the most innocent one.
Besides, Yan Wan wanted one less protagonist in Shenzhen, a place where plotlines happened so frequently.
Otherwise, when everyone gathered together and started their dramatic rise-and-fall routines, how awkward would that be?
More importantly, Shenzhen did not have that many bosses surnamed Wang for everyone to torment.
There was no need to