Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "Stretch out your hand."
The person on the other end seemed confused, "Huh?"
But after a pause, he obediently lifted his hand as instructed.
"Do you see your little finger?" Song Yan described vividly in reply to his question, "About as much as the nail on your little finger, I guess."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then a chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Song Yan felt bewildered. What had she said? Why was he laughing?
Gu Chenxiao said, "That's good, I wouldn't want you to miss me too much either."
Song Yan: "..."
He really knew how to save face for himself.
Before Song Yan could retort, he added, "But with your petty mind, that's already about half, isn't it?"
Song Yan couldn't help but grit her teeth, "You're the petty one! Your heart is only the size of two fingernails!"
To call her petty!
As small as her mind might be, could it possibly be smaller than his!?