"Even if something happened, it's already too late, isn't it?" Fu Rong chuckled softly, the meaning behind it hard to grasp.
Ye Ranran felt lightheaded and did not want to argue with him. "As long as it's nothing, it's fine."
"From now on, don't set your phone to silent. If I can't reach you, I'll worry." He suddenly threw out the statement.
Ye Ranran was stunned, not expecting such words to come out of his mouth. Judging by his stiff expression, he clearly wasn't suited to say things like that.
"I just wanted a peaceful night's sleep. Besides, it was already late at night when you tried to reach me yesterday. As a woman, I don't think it's appropriate to go out at that hour." Her indifferent tone firmly created a barrier between them.
Fu Rong was about to explode in anger, but when he glanced at her pale face, he swallowed his fury forcefully. "I was only worried you'd catch a cold from the rain."
