"Don't worry, we're here for you; we'll face anything together."
Zhou Yuanyuan gently patted Yang Yuran's back, her worried eyes slowly dissolving.
"Mmh!"
Yang Yuran hummed in agreement, her voice nasal and heavy.
At half-past eleven at night, Yang Yuran received another tempting message from Li Shuo: "Yuran, I've heard from Li Tian that you went to see him. The deal for the autumn and winter advertising campaign has already been set, but I can still try to change the slots if I speak up. However, I can't just do that for someone who is just an ordinary acquaintance."
Hah, as clear as Sima Zhao's heart.
Yang Yuran curled her lips coldly and indifferently pressed the reply button: "Thanks, but there's no need for you to intervene on my behalf. These past few days, I've been in pain and I've struggled, but I still choose to live as a valuable and principled normal person."
She decisively replied, blocked his messages, and turned off her phone to sleep.
