"What is it, Yuan Li?"
"Ziyue, who is that man? What is he talking about? And, why is he calling you his wife?" Yuan Li asked slowly.
Bai Liyue wanted to roll her eyes when she heard Yuan Li's probing voice. But, then she remembered that Yuan Li wouldn't be able to see her anyways. Hence, she curled her lips curtly and answered, "Yuan Li, that's none of your concern. Just do what I say. Do your job and take care of the media."
On the other side, Yuan Li glanced at her phone and probably realized that Chen Ziyue seemed a little angry. She quickly changed her tone and apologized, "Ziyue, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to interfere. I-I... I just... You are my artist and friend. So, I am worried about you."
"Thanks for your worries, Yuan Li," Bia Liyue said, "I am fine. Just do what I told you."
"Yes, yes I will," Yuan Li nodded.
