He narrowed his eyes. “Who in my family is your spy?”
"Eldest sister or second sister?"
Shen Fangli smiled awkwardly and said modestly: "Your mother."
Yan Xianjue: "...but I want you to find a backer."
Whether it was Yan Wan or Yan Shan, Yan Xianjue would inevitably make a fuss and ask for some benefits when he returned home, but if it was his mother, Yan Xianjue really had no way to retaliate.
He poked Shen Fangli, who was still pretending to be scared, and complained: “Okay, stop using your acting skills on me.”
He pointed to the chair under his buttocks: "So you sit on me because you're afraid I'll leave halfway through listening?"
Shen Fangli nodded even more guiltily.
Yan Xianjue chuckled and stood up directly from the chair. Shen Fangli, who was sitting on his thigh, was lifted up in a daze, and her legs were uneasily wrapped around the other person's waist.
Yan Xianjue was suddenly amused by her helpless look.
Carrying the person to the French window, Shen Fangli's back was pressed tightly against the hard and cold glass window. Yan Xianjue asked her, "Are you afraid?"
Shen Fangli shook her head. Didn't she know how high her house was?
After moving to a more comfortable position, Shen Fangli asked Yan Xianjue, "Are you really not angry?"
Yan Xianjue also shook his head.
He looked a little helpless. "I was a little surprised at first, but when I think about it, you didn't hide it very well. I just didn't notice it."
Shen Fangli: "No, no normal person would think about this."
After thinking for a moment, Shen Fangli said, "If it were me, I would feel that this person and I are really in tune with each other."
Yan Xianjue agreed: "That's what I think."
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