“Uncle, I really can’t intervene in this matter. I wouldn’t dare to make a move on Grandma, you should discuss it with Aunt,” Lan Anran smiled and said.
“Anran, Grandma loves you the most, you just have to say the word.”
Mo Changwen continued.
“Sorry, you should ask Aunt first.”
Lan Anran walked into a room and closed the door, not giving Mo Changwen another chance.
“Lan Anran, just you wait. As long as you’re dead, Old Mrs. Mo will definitely accept that child!”
Hatred filled Mo Changwen’s eyes and he turned to leave angrily.
When Lan Anran heard no response from behind the door, she walked over to the bed with relief. The things she needed were still on the bed.
She quickly changed out of her long dress and high heels, changed into a simple outfit, climbed through a window and moved towards the upper floors.
Rong Ze and Mo San, who were watching the monitor, were asleep. To be on the safe side, Lan Anran didn’t go straight to the presidential suite, but jumped onto the balcony of the room next door.
She took out a miniature camera and placed it on the balcony of the room next door using a retractor. She then used the camera to transmit information to the computer in real time.
But she didn’t find anything after looking around. Was there a mistake in the information?
Lan Anran directed the camera to spin in circles in the presidential suite.
At this moment, Mo Jinrong noticed something strange and was surprised to find that Lan Anran wasn’t in the surveillance video.
“Where is Lan Anran?!” he exclaimed.
Rong Ze and Mo San rubbed their eyes.
“What?”
Mo Jinrong seemed to sense someone outside and gestured for silence.
Lan Anran was just about to look at a figure when the camera flickered and the screen suddenly went black.
“What happened?”
Crap, she was caught!
Lan Anran was quick and agile. She took the stairs to avoid the surveillance camera and escaped the room quickly.
Mo Jinrong, who was next door, guessed that someone was watching him and immediately gave the order.
“Search! Search every room on this floor!”
“Is she here?” Rong Ze asked in a daze.
Mo Jinrong glanced at Rong Ze and spoke coldly.
“She ran away! I didn’t send you here to sleep.”
“I only need to look through the surveillance records!” Rong Ze immediately said after quickly thinking.
“There’s no need. Since she can come, it means that she is prepared. You won’t find her in the surveillance camera footage,” Mo Jinrong said.
At this moment, someone walked in.
“Boss, the rooms have been searched, but there isn’t a trace of her.”
“Let’s go to the stairs!”
Mo Jinrong suddenly reacted, rushing towards the staircase with a group of people and started rushing down the stairs.
Lan Anran suddenly heard a voice from above, presumably from Xiang Tian.
She directly sat onto the handrail and glided down smoothly.
Lan Anran arrived on the second floor faster than Mo Jinrong. She quickly hid in her room and changed into her original clothes. She watched Mo Jinrong chase her all the way to the first floor before coming down naturally.
“Grandma, I’m back.”
Lan Anran held Old Mrs. Mo’s arm intimately.
At this moment, Mo Jinrong reached the first floor, panting tiredly.
“Jinrong! You rascal, where did you come from? Grandma’s birthday isn’t as important as your work!”
Old Mrs. Mo was pleasantly surprised.
“Grandma, I’m here.”
Mo Jinrong was out of breath.
“Jinrong, where did you come from?”
Was Mo Jinrong the one who chased her?
She wiped Mo Jinrong’s sweat.
“I just wanted to celebrate Grandma’s birthday, so I came over as soon as I was done,” Mo Jinrong continued.
Looking at Lan Anran’s calm expression, she didn’t seem to have fled in a sorry state at all. Was it really not her?
“Rascal, Grandma thought I wouldn’t be able to see you today. I left you a piece of cake to try.”
Old Mrs. Mo brought over a slice of cake and smiled at Mo Jinrong.
“Thank you, Grandma.”
Mo Jinrong took the cake and ate it.
“Anran, did you rest well just now? If you’re uncomfortable, Grandma will send you home.”
Old Mrs. Mo was concerned.
“Yes, I’m alright Grandma.”
Lan Anran looked at Mo Jinrong.
She wasn’t in the banquet hall just now, but had gone to rest. It was no wonder they couldn’t find her. Now, she was a big suspect.
Mo Jinrong ate as he thought.
At that moment, the music in the middle of the stage started and some people started to dance.
Old Mrs. Mo looked at her grandchildren shrewdly and smiled.
“The two of you, hurry and dance. I’m old and I will be happy if I see you dance.”
Mo Jinrong didn’t want to go near Lan Anran, afraid that his illness would flare up again.
Lan Anran stretched out her hand, pulling Mo Jinrong towards the center of the stage. She knew that with her around, Mo Jinrong wouldn’t fall ill.
A spotlight shone on them and the music from the stage rang out. They held hands and started to dance.
Everyone on the dancefloor stopped and moved to the side, quietly watching the two of them dance in the middle of the stage.
Lan Anran looked particularly beautiful under the light, her fair skin and every move complemented Mo Jinrong’s exquisite features, making them a perfect match.
“Don’t be happy so early on, it’s just an act,” Mo Jinrong whispered in Lan Anran’s ear.
“Of course I know it’s an act. Who do you think wants to dance with you?” Lan Anran spoke disdainfully.
