Ye Chuyi answered the call, and a contrived, gentle voice came through the phone, "Chuyi, how have you been lately? It seems like it's been quite a few days since we last saw each other. Are you doing well?"
Ye Chuyi looked up at the building, its appearance drastically altered, her heart burning with anger, and her voice was especially icy, "I'm fine, but I don't think you'll have such good days ahead of you."
Wen Nianyou giggled, "Chuyi, we're not children anymore, why are you still playing with curses? If curses were effective, the world would have been in chaos long ago."
"That's true, besides cursing me, you really have no other way to outshine me."
"However, no matter how much you wish for my misfortune, it's useless. I'm really too happy now, so I can't help but share with you, and I hope you won't be too jealous of me."
Ye Chuyi spoke indifferently, "Let's hear just how happy you are."
"Oh my, you're the one who's asking me to tell, not me bringing it up on my own."
