"I need to speak to your uncle alone about this. Otherwise, why don't we arrange a meeting just between your uncle and me?"
Qi Nian's anxious expression relaxed, only to be replaced by wariness. Her gaze at Yuran seemed to say, don't you dare have any ideas about my uncle.
Yuran's lips twitched slightly, and she looked at Qi Nian, somewhat speechless, "Don't worry, I have no inappropriate thoughts about your uncle. Give me your phone!"
"What for?"
Qi Nian covered her pocket, looking as if she were about to be indecently assaulted.
Yuran had already reached out, pushed Qi Nian's hand away, took out the phone, used Qi Nian's finger to unlock it, then tapped several times, saving her own number.
She then put the phone back exactly as it was. Throughout the process, Qi Nian was utterly dumbfounded. Afterward, she heard Yuran say, "Contact me after school. You can think it over in the meantime. That's all for now, I'm heading off."