Ling Tianyu couldn't help but be a little startled; the mischievous Duan Yanran had a charm of her own that even he, despite his usually strong focus and composure, couldn't resist being attracted to.
He truly didn't know, if he hadn't managed to save her, how he would have gone on. What use would keeping Benma Real Estate be to him then? He wasn't interested in business; Benma Real Estate was entirely for Duan Yanran's sake.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have used one of his trump card phone numbers—that was a favor that he would have to repay someday.
"Stop looking at me already; I still have work to do. Go take a seat," Duan Yanran said, feeling embarrassed under Ling Tianyu's gaze but also sweet inside. If he looked at her like that, surely, she would have a chance at a confession.
Thinking this, Duan Yanran couldn't help but feel a secret thrill of delight.