She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Before getting off the bus, Yan Rulan received a call.

"Hey?"

The call was from an unknown number. Yan Rulan didn't know what she was thinking about, and her face didn't look very good.

Sure enough, the voice on the other end of the phone was a voice she had heard before. Even after so many years, she still couldn't forget it.

"Ms. Yan, are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

Yan Rulan's face turned pale immediately. Yes, this man also called her Miss Yan back then.

The tone was gentle and affectionate, but the most vicious words were spoken.

"I..." Yan Rulan was about to say something, but considering that there were other people in the car, she opened her mouth and closed it again.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have eyes and knew what she was thinking. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. We haven't been in touch for so many years. I believe Miss Yan is living a comfortable life, right?"

"I'm fine." Yan Rulan closed her eyes. The person who had frightened her the most in these years finally appeared.

Although she had contacted the other party for fear of being exposed, this person never talked to her on the phone and just let others deal with her perfunctorily.

"Are you so well that you have forgotten my instructions?"

What explanation?

Yan Rulan suddenly remembered that the other party's request was that the child grow up safely.

"I haven't forgotten. She is fine now."

She even overshadowed her own daughter. How can this be called peace? This is called thriving growth!

"But why did I hear that you contacted a human trafficker and wanted to sell someone?"

The man's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly turned cold.

Yan Rulan's heart skipped a beat: "I...please wait a moment."

She finished speaking into the phone, then looked at the three children and said, "You go to the restaurant first, mom will be here soon."

As she spoke, she smiled at Manshu and said, "Nannan, go in and tell me my name and phone number. My cousin has already booked a private room."

"Okay." Manshu looked at Yan Rulan deeply.

She had very sharp ears and she heard part of the voice on the phone just now.

The three words "human trafficker" were enough to make Manshu alert.

Tonight's banquet is the Hongmen Banquet.

But who was the person on the other end of the phone? It seemed that Yan Rulan was very afraid of him and her face turned pale.

Manshu edited a text message and sent it to Yan Zhan.

[Manman: Uncle, please help me check Yan Rulan's phone number. A strange number just called. Yan Rulan looked very scared of the person on the other end of the line. I suspect that someone has some evidence against her.]

She also edited and sent Yan Rulan's phone number.

Yan Zhan didn't see the text message.

There was no one in the president's office on the top floor of Yan's Building, and the mobile phone on the desk was covered by documents.

The phone lit up for a few seconds as it received a text message, then went off again.

Yan Zhan was in the conference room watching a group of people talking and discussing whether Manshu's Enchanting Eyes series could be launched as a new product for the next quarter.

As an intern assistant designer, Xiao Ziying also got the opportunity to attend meetings together.

Seeing the several design drawings Yan Zhan took out, she had to admit that they were all beautifully drawn.

If she were to do it herself, she might not be able to understand the psychology of young audiences so accurately.

She is better at capturing wealthy women as consumers, and foreign designers also mostly serve these wealthy women.

"Mr. Yan, I agree with launching this series, but who is the designer of this series of jewelry? Is it from our company?"

Xiao Ziying suddenly spoke, and everyone else was stunned.

Although she entered Yan's after going through layers of screening, she is currently only a designer assistant. Even if she graduated from a famous foreign university, she cannot surpass the designers in such an occasion.

Doing this is really too risky.