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Rong Yan held the phone, stunned for a moment before responding, "I'm fine."
"That's good, that's good," Lin Zhiya said with a relieved tone, "Is Shengxiao with you? If he isn't, I'll tell him to go find you, take you out for some nice food, watch a movie. Don't let that messy stuff online affect your mood."
After she finished speaking, Rong Yan's feelings were indescribably complex. Sour, stirring her heart. When she had first seen Jiang Meiqi making a fool of herself online, she hadn't felt this sourness, but now, her nose felt sour, as if someone was standing up for her. Her heart, which seemed indestructible, cracked open to reveal its softer interior.
