"I admit, you're right about everything, but I've really thought it through," Fan Rou said earnestly. "So, please put away that idle concern and let me leave gracefully."
In the end, Gu Heng still couldn't persuade Fan Rou and left dejectedly.
In the evening, Fan Rou complained to Ye Ranran: "Do you think his brain is clogged with paste? He actually fancies a woman like Song Yue."
Ye Ranran was painting her toenails. She had seen a model in a magazine with a pretty nail color and decided to give it a try.
She was now sandwiching her cellphone between her ear and shoulder, busy painting her toenails while chatting nonsense with Fan Rou: "Rourou, you have to admit one thing, Song Yue is a real beauty."
A rare kind of beauty at that. If I had to find a word to describe her, it would be 'nation-toppling beauty.'
Standing next to Song Ze, everyone else, no matter how beautiful the scenery, simply became a backdrop.
They shine so brightly, everyone else can only look up to them.
