Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

When An Nansheng heard Cheng Ran's voice, he immediately felt that Mu Fucheng was right.

This bastard deliberately got her drunk and used her to lure Mu Fucheng and Jian Muye over.

Because his words "wake up" sounded so annoying and clearly had bad intentions.

"I lied to you and told you to go out drinking. Didn't your uncle scold you?"

An Nansheng would not give the other party the opportunity to make fun of her, and reminded with a smile:

"Master Cheng, I drank the wine. I wonder if Master Cheng felt my sincerity?"

"I feel the sincerity, but it's not enough," Cheng Ran said.

This clearly means he doesn't want to admit his mistake.

An Nansheng didn't expect that she could get people to sign just by drinking a lot of wine. At least she won this round.

"As long as Young Master Cheng feels it, I'm not in a hurry." An Nansheng's face was cold, but her words were pleasant: "Young Master Cheng, are you drinking outside? I'll recommend a place that's definitely fun. Huancheng, our Fengcheng is a very famous place. Young Master Cheng, feel free to go and spend some money. Just put it on my bill."

Cheng Ran on the other side responded happily.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ke came in.

"Boss, will Young Master Cheng go to Fantasy City?"

"Ah."

Song Ke smiled and said, "That's good. I've already made arrangements with Huancheng, don't worry, Boss."

An Nansheng is still confident in Song Ke's work.

Song Ke added, "By the way, Boss, I heard that Mr. Jian beat up Young Master Cheng today."

An Nansheng was stunned: "Beat him up? Didn't the Jian family want to get in touch with the Cheng family? Why did he beat Cheng Ran up?"

Song Ke looked at her and said, "It seems that it's because of you, Boss. Young Master Cheng forced you to drink, and Boss Jian is angry."

An Nansheng: “…”

She shook her head and said that what Jian Muye did had nothing to do with her.

"How's the investigation into Cheng Ran's whereabouts going?"

"This is Young Master Cheng's second time in Fengcheng this year," Song Ke said with a serious expression. "Last time, he only stayed in Fengcheng for one day. He lost face at the cocktail party and returned to Lingcheng early the next morning. This time, he came with Mr. Shen. I searched online and compared his itinerary with the paparazzi reports. I'm sure he's not the man from 3303."

Song Ke paused and said, "Boss, do you want to continue investigating that person's identity?"

An Nansheng shook his head:

"No, I just want to confirm whether Cheng Ran is the one, as long as he is not."

Cheng Ran is not that person, this is good news.

She enjoys her current situation and doesn't want anything to change.

When he went downstairs, Mu Fucheng hadn't rested yet, and Chen was changing his medicine.

"Is your wound still not healed?"

Chen Zheng glanced at An Nansheng:

"Miss, Master Jiu's wound opened again today."

"Why is it cracking again..." An Nansheng stopped talking abruptly in the middle of his words.

She smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, your injury is really a disaster. How can it never be healed?"

Mu Fucheng glanced at her and said, "As long as someone behaves well, my injury will heal faster."

Chen Zheng's bandaging technique was very skillful, as if he had done it many times.

An Nansheng wanted to make a few more jokes, but Chen Zheng had already finished bandaging the wound.

Mu Fucheng was wearing black silk pajamas, which were hanging diagonally on his body, making people want to take a few more glances at him.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Fucheng put on his pajamas.

An Nansheng's gaze fell on his left shoulder and asked curiously:

"Uncle, is that a birthmark or a scar on your shoulder?"

Because she only took a quick glance, she couldn't see clearly and was not sure whether the mark the size of a one-yuan coin was a scar or a birthmark.

That spot is close to the color of the skin. If it is a scar, it must have been there a long time ago and cannot be seen unless you look closely.

Mu Fucheng looked at her deeply, buttoned up his pajamas, and said lightly:

"scar."