Meng Qiuyan didn't even look at him, but directly addressed Yuran, "President Yu, you say the word, and I can help."
Yuran had just recognized her as family and was already reluctant to refuse her, filled with a sense of guilt, "Okay, Seventh Brother..."
Bo Yan's face looked extremely foul.
Meng Qiuyan smirked triumphantly at him, the picture of someone glorying in their own cunning.
Bo Yan's face grew even uglier.
Yuran watched the interaction between the two, a bit amused. How old were they, still acting like children? Really, it was interesting.
She leaned in to wrap her arm around Bo Yan's, "Seventh Brother, since we've agreed, shall we go to the supermarket to buy groceries?"
Bo Yan cast a sideways glance at Qi Younian and Meng Qiuyan, "We're not taking those two."
Yuran was a bit troubled but tried to appease him, "Just the two of us? But it's so hard to carry things. Isn't it nice to have two free laborers?"
