He hadn't eaten her for so many days, but the more he didn't eat, the more he thought about it. Ran looked down at the credit card. His long black eyes were drooping, covering up the disgust in his eyes. She hadn't wanted to get in touch with people like Shao and the prodigal son. However, she had just been released from prison and had nothing. She had no other choice but to do this. Through her mother's relationship, she had disguised herself as a stage lady in the night. However, after he had achieved his goal and approached Shao, he realized that this man who was contemplating in the lower half of his body was much more difficult to deal with than he had expected. She received almost nothing but money and sexual hints from him every day. Ran rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath and squeezed out the air between his chest and lungs. Had he made a mistake? Did this man not know anything about the Arsen family? Shao was still looking at her, waiting for an answer. She smiled, her slender fingers pressing down on her credit card without leaving a trace, and pushed it back. "Young Master Arsen, you know that I'm not very convenient these few days. Why don't we change the date?" "Another day, another day. It's been a week, and you're still not in the right place, huh?" All of Shao remaining patience disappeared. He was about to curse at Ran, but the moment he saw Ran's back, he suddenly stopped talking. Shao forced a smile onto his face as he swallowed the obscenities back into his stomach. He greeted, "Little, little uncle, are you here as well?" Above his eyes was his usual pale face and pitch-black pupils. Get away from her Lin had one hand in his pocket as he looked at Ran with a smile that was not a smile. His words were directed at Shaolin, "Are you surprised that I'm here?" The look in his eyes made Shaolin panic. Back at home, he and Lin had always stayed by the side of the river. Although they were about the same age, the Clan's laws were strict, and they were especially clear on seniority. Thus, ever since he was young, he knew that Lin was the old man's youngest son, a generation older than him. In addition, Lin's personality was extremely cold, so they rarely came into contact with each other and did not have any deep friendship with each other. This caused him to feel an inexplicable sense of fear when he saw him, as if all the bad things he had done were all known by him. Shaolin gathered up his courage and tried to regain his composure. Smiling, he said, "No, no. Meeting uncle for a drink is a good thing. Why don't I buy you a drink?" As he spoke, he was about to order some wine from the bartender when Lin raised his hand and rejected him. "Why are you with her?" Lin went straight to the point, his dignified gaze never relaxing his control over Shaolin. Shao heart skipped a beat. He thought it would be bad if he found out that he was hiding it from his family and was looking for the podium girl, so he laughed and casually lied, "We, just met by chance, drinking wine, right?" As he spoke, he winked at Ran, asking her to cooperate. "That's right." Ran understood and nodded his head. His almond-shaped eyes slanted and glanced at Lin as if he was declaring war, "Otherwise, what would Mr. Arsen think?" Everyone in the industry liked to call him "Mr. Arsen", which showed how famous he was. Ran had known about this name all along. However, she had never thought that the first time she called him that, she would use such a sarcastic tone. In her mind, she saw the man's cold yet slightly gentle profile from a few years ago. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. The hatred in her eyes was even deeper. Fake, all fake. She had completely erased this man from her memories. All that was left was his bone-piercing hatred. Lin's eyes were like a narrow net, searching for a way to trap her inside. Shao, he shifted his gaze away and gave Shaolin a slight nod. His tone carried a hint of possessiveness. "You'd better stay away from her." His voice didn't fluctuate, but there was a hint of warning in it. This time, he had actually provoked his uncle's woman? Shaolin laughed in his heart, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart. However, he did not dare to ignore what Lin had said, so he respectfully replied, "Got it." In any case, since the heavens were high and the emperor was far away, he would first agree. After he left, who could care about the rest of the matters? Seeing this, Ran shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. The hair on his shoulder slid forward, an indescribable seduction. She was certain that with Lin personality, he would not forcefully stop them from dating, so she was not afraid of him at all. Lin noticed her little movement, and a dark wave rose up in his black pupils. In the end, he did not say anything. He kept his hands on his pockets and moved his long legs to the outside. Before he left, he even gave Shaolin an indifferent glance. "Grandpa has something to talk to you about, so he should head back earlier." When his figure disappeared into the corridor, Shaolin let out a long sigh of relief. From what Lin said, it seemed like he was telling him not to spend the night outside. "You know him?" Ran pushed his hair behind his ears without concealing his disdain, "Why would I know him?" "Don't know him?" Then he seems to have taken a fancy to you. "That tone and attitude made it seem like laozi stole his woman." Once Lin had left, Shaolin returned to his previous look of a popinjay. "However, based on what he said, I seem to be even more interested in you." Ran looked up at him, neither servile nor overbearing, "What, Young Master Arsen doesn't want to scold me anymore?" "What are you scolding at? I don't have enough time to hurt you." Shaolin was the second generation's ancestor, so his flipping of the book was faster than it could be done. He laughed maniacally, "Come have a drink with me to calm your nerves." Ran didn't move aside and raised his glass, but the other side held his hand, "What's the point of drinking like this?" "Here, a toast." The man's strength was so great that she was unable to break free. She could only smile seductively and say, "As you wish." She had always been beautiful, but now that she smiled, she looked even more gorgeous. Shaolin was stunned. In the next second, his soft, fair, and creamy arm had already wrapped itself around the arm he was holding on the counter, and his red lips were pressed against the wine cup. She was truly a natural born beauty. There was no need to intentionally play with her body to be so enticing. Shaolin felt as if his heart had been scratched by a cat. It was itchy and itchy. "What? Young Master Arsen doesn't want to drink it?" Seeing that he didn't make a move for a long time, Ran slightly tilted his head, showing a questioning look. "Of course!" Shaolin was already a little distracted, he had an inexplicable feeling that even if it was just a cup of poison wine in front of him, he would still be able to finish it in one gulp. He hurriedly raised his glass, but before he could even touch his lips, he was suddenly knocked over by a hand! That person had a lot of strength, so it was obvious that he had used a lot of strength just to get the cup out of his hands. "Damn it! You don't have eyes, do you?" Shaolin had already suffered a setback today at Lin place. He was already in a bad mood, but after finally getting into a good trap and getting it vandalized, his eyes reddened. "You want to die?!" He immediately turned around and threw out a punch, but it missed. Two steps away, a man in a white suit dodges his blow and glares at them. Ran was a little taken aback. He got down from his seat and frowned, "Han City?" "You know me?" Han tone was not good. His handsome face was distorted by anger. "Do you know who this is? What are you doing with him?" There was no one who didn't know about the viciousness that Shaolin had towards women. Had she already stooped to such a degree? Ran crossed his arms and said calmly, "I know, he is the eldest grandson of the Arsen family, Shaolin." "You!" Han king pointed a finger at her, but before he could say anything, Shao Lin fist was already right behind him. He had no choice but to give up and concentrate on responding. "Who am I? Is that a question you have the right to ask?" Shao felt he had lost a lot of face in front of the spectators, so he raged, "You're her lover, aren't you? Your father will kill you today!" He was used to acting so arrogantly outside, and had never suffered any setbacks. As the two battled, victory and defeat were decided. As time passed, both of them gradually lost their strength. Shaolin was a child of a rich family, and was also a grandchild. Normally, he was doted on a lot. Even when he went out, he had bodyguards to protect him. Han king took the chance and punched him in the stomach. While he was squatting on the ground, he grabbed Ran's hand and forcefully dragged him outside, "Come with me!" At the Arsen Clan branch office, Lin raised his head, a beam of light shot out from behind his gold-rimmed glasses as he sized up his men. He set the signature pen aside and parted his thin lips.