The women on the sofa woke up soon after. They dragged their fat bodies and struggled to get up.
They felt they had a headache and covered their heads, looking around with a slight frown.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" a woman asked.
"I don't know."
The other woman stumbled to her feet, confused.
Mo Jinrong looked at them, they looked as if they couldn't remember anything and he found it strange. How did Lan Anran do it?
"Young Master, look."
Mo San picked up his phone and showed Mo Jinrong the news online.
A voice recording of clarification suddenly appeared on the Internet. The voice was processed, but it could be heard that it was about Lan Yanran. They described what they had done in a roundabout manner. Although it was only a clip, it was enough to clear Lan Yanran's name.
"Anran…."
Mo Jinrong chased after her.
"Anran, wait a minute, you…"
Before Mo Jinrong could finish pulling her, Lan Anran interrupted.
