The other end of the line went silent, presumably because they felt embarrassed.
Just as Ye Ranran was about to hang up, Song Yue's voice came again, measured and unruffled, "Ye Ranran, if I were you, I would definitely leave his side tactfully."
"May I ask on what grounds you're telling me to leave?" Ye Ranran's fingers fiddled with the phone cord.
Her fingers, as clear as jade, twined around the black phone cord, the white seemingly whiter and the black, even blacker.
"What can you do for him? Your presence by his side is nothing but a burden to him," Song Yue said slowly and clearly, stating a fact.
"He likes being burdened by me." Ye Ranran's brows and eyes curved.
"I didn't realize your skin was quite so thick," Song Yue seemed to have run out of options.
"Takes one to know one, but I can't compare with Miss Song," Ye Ranran's gentle voice carried a faint smile.
