"President, are you really not angry?" Fu Mingxi pressed again, unwilling to give up.
Ye Wanwan irritatedly waved her hand. "Stop the noises and go play elsewhere. Is your president the same as those unreasonable and annoying women who pester endlessly and cry their eyes out, threatening to hang themselves? Don't you all have some misunderstanding about me?!"
"Ahem. You're right, President…"
…
At Tianshui City:
When Si Yehan saw the news article, he wanted to give Ye Wanwan a call.
But as soon as he picked up his cellphone, it started ringing. Ye Wanwan had called him first.
Lin Que's hair stood on its end. "It's over, it's over…"
Si Yehan calmed his mind and pressed the answer key. "Wanwan…"
