Yiran felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders; at least her backer, Bao Yuan, had not completely collapsed yet.
She cautiously began, "Of course, I will do my utmost for Uncle Bao's matters. But who is this Yanzhen?"
Bao Yancheng's expression had softened a lot, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
"Yanzhen is my son. For various reasons, I haven't kept him by my side."
Yiran's pupils trembled, and her gaze became erratic.
Was she supposed to know this?
Bao Yuan looked at the panicked woman and sighed, "There's nothing that needs to be kept secret anymore. I'm going to retire in a few years, and the Bao Clan always needs someone to carry on."
Yiran clenched her fists and nodded, "Okay, I'll follow Uncle Bao's instructions."