Ye Ranran had just finished chatting with Aunt Bao, a smile lighting up her face as she picked up Luo Qi's call.
"Xiao Qi, it's quite late. Aren't you busy rolling around in bed with your husband Ah Chuan? Why the interest in calling me?"
"Ranran, is Jun Mochan at home right now?"
"Should be, I reckon. I don't know what he's up to. Why do you ask?" After dinner he seemed to head off to the study. She and Aunt Bao had been together the whole time, so she hadn't really paid him any mind.
"You need to go check on him." Luo Qi urged her.
There was something off about her tone. Ye Ranran questioned in confusion, "What's wrong? Do you need something from him?"
While speaking, Ye Ranran pushed open the door to the study. The room was empty, plunged in absolute darkness.
"He just called Ah Chuan. I heard a woman's voice on his end of the phone line. The voice sounded like Su Yu's. She was drunk. Jun Mochan even told Ah Chuan to notify the media."
"Notify the media of what?"