Nian Xiaomu bit her lips and nodded her head.
She understood what he meant.
"Did you not suspect Tan Bengbeng until now? Do you not want Yu Yuehan anymore?" Fan Yu let go of her, crossed his arms and smiled brightly.
He went up to her and pointed at himself.
"If you do not want Yu Yuehan, you can consider me? We were childhood friends and you liked me a lot when we were young. You even used to say that you wanted me as your kept man."
"I was young and naive at that time, is there still time if I apologize to you now? Stop mocking me. I can't even afford Yu Yuehan, where am I going to find the money to get another one?"
Nian Xiaomu pouted and complained to Fan Yu.