"Ale, are you sick? Why do you sound so listless?"
Upon hearing Song Lele's haggard voice, Tang Feng immediately felt some tension.
"Really? I don't think so. I'm quite fine," Song Lele's voice regained its usual clarity, but Tang Feng could tell that she was obviously feigning cheerfulness.
"Ale, what on earth happened? We're good brothers, aren't we? You can tell me if you have any difficulties—I will help you figure out a solution."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm really fine. There are just some family matters to deal with. When everything is settled, I will come to see you in a few days."
"Are you really okay?"
"Why do I get the impression that you'd like for me to have problems?"
"'A dog that bites Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart.' I'm just worried about you. I'm afraid some little vixen will sweep you off your feet, and then I'll have one less buddy."
"What vixen? You are making less and less sense."
"I'm speaking the truth, Ale, you..."
