These elderly people had a high status in the Fearless Alliance, seemingly even higher than Big Dipper and Seven Star. They were old seniors who had followed Bro Flattop since the beginning.
Moreover, every person had their own confidants and followers, monopolizing half of the Fearless Alliance's experts and manpower, and some of them were patriarchs of the martial-arts patrician families in the Independent State.
Ye Wanwan held her head. This was rather tricky.
This matter would be hard for even the real Bro Flattop to handle, let alone her.
These people might be respectful toward her on the surface, but who knew what they were thinking inside?
Their power had grown stronger as the years passed, so they were probably discontent about the real Bro Flattop, let alone her, the fake Bro Flattop.
Ye Wanwan was looking at the information and pondering over a course of action when someone knocked on the office door.
"Enter," Ye Wanwan called.
"Xiao Fengfeng..." As soon as Autumn Water entered the office, she hugged Ye Wanwan from the back.
Ye Wanwan: "..."
Did this woman have to be so passionate every time...
After releasing Ye Wanwan, Autumn Water asked mysteriously in a singsong voice, "Guess who's here?"
Ye Wanwan: "..."
Could they freaking stop making me guess?
They're all fatal questions!
"Emperor Ji is here!" Autumn Water looked excited.
Ye Wanwan's expression shifted when she heard that. Why's Emperor Ji here again...
"Xiao Fengfeng... I'm so jealous that you have a fiancé like him. You were missing for so many years, but he never gave up on you and kept searching for you," Autumn Water commented wistfully.
Ye Wanwan was utterly dumbfounded.
Cute and helpless-looking or cold indifference?
Hm, since Bro Flattop was Emperor Ji's fiancée, there was no way she would treat him coldly...
Should I be more enthusiastic?
"Can you eat it now?"
Emperor Ji placed the bento on Ye Wanwan's desk with a faint smile on his lips.
"Thanks... I even troubled you to make it personally..." Ye Wanwan said with a chuckle, looking at the bento as she tried her best to calm down.
"It's no trouble. Didn't you keep pestering me to make a bento for you back then? I'm used to it," Emperor Ji replied with a gentle chuckle.
Ye Wanwan: "..."
Bro Flattop, what freaking kind of sin have you committed... You actually dared to let Emperor Ji personally make a bento for you...
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