Song Baiyan sighed, "The voice of the public weighs heavy."
Tang Li held her cellphone, feeling an inexplicable sweetness in her heart.
After conversing for a bit more, before hanging up the phone, Tang Li specifically cautioned, "You're so busy with the election, you must remember to rest and not exhaust yourself. Also, don't bother looking at those smearing reports online, and advise your family not to look either. Most netizens are still rational."
"Are you worried about me taking it too hard?" Song Baiyan suddenly asked.
The man's voice was steady and slow, yet it caused Tang Li's face to flush red. In a flash, she didn't know how to respond. She wanted to deny it, but her tongue wouldn't cooperate, yet she also didn't want to admit it directly.
In the end, it was Song Baiyan who picked up the conversation again, "It's getting late, have a good rest."
"…Yeah."
"I'll hang up now."
Tang Li hung up as she was told.
