Yang Yuran felt a wave of disgust and spat lightly at her phone screen.
"Ptui! This guy is so arrogant, so obnoxious, and so annoying."
The more the other person acted like this, the more Yang Yuran felt she couldn't use Li Shuo as a breakthrough for the domestic troubles at the Yang Family, not to mention the difficulty in discerning the authenticity of news. Instead, it would make her a pawn to be controlled.
It was better to focus on her uncle's connection, which was more reliable.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Muyu's clear voice drifted over, and Yang Yuran quickly dispelled the irritation in her heart, looking up with a bright smile to answer, "Nothing, I just feel like having a strawberry-flavored ice cream."
