Ye Ranran grabbed her, a smile lining her face, "You came over so early just to mooch a meal, didn't you?"
Fan Rou wanted to protest subconsciously, but upon seeing the smile on Ye Ranran's face, she realized it was just a tease.
"Yeah, I'm here to mooch a meal." She casually grabbed Ye Ranran's hand, only to touch a patch of icy cold.
"Why is it so cold?" Fan Rou couldn't help but rub her hands together as if trying to pass some warmth to her.
"It's always been like this," Ye Ranran attempted to withdraw her hand.
Fan Rou held on a little tighter, "Good friends, holding hands, I don't mind."
Did she mind?
The two went downstairs together. J.C had recovered, so Jun Mochan wasn't around today, and only the elder Jun sat by the table.
"Grandpa."
"Chief," Fan Rou stood to one side with great respect.
"Sit down, if you're here to see Ranran, don't mind me," the elder Jun said.
