Tang Siqi spoke and then raised her hand, intending to slap her own face, but Ye Ranran promptly grasped her wrist and shook her head, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself, and you even took a slap for me just now, I already feel bad enough."
"Don't mention taking a slap for you, even if I had to die for you, I'd do it willingly. You're my only good friend—I can't lose you!" said Tang Siqi, hugging Ye Ranran's waist and sobbing softly.
"I really didn't expect that the people from your TV station could be so bad. All I did was send you some gifts and even those could be used against us. What if those two people had died from food poisoning, what would you do then, woo woo..."
Ye Ranran couldn't bear to see Tang Siqi cry like this. She gently stroked her back, tenderly comforting her, "Aren't they already being resuscitated? The technology at your hospital is so advanced, nothing bad will happen."