The cold three words hit him like a blow, and Yun Zhan looked as if someone had hit a pressure point on him, dropping Ye Ranran and staring at the newcomer with shock in his eyes.
"Are you two close?" Xiao Sichen held his phone, his face emotionless, but his voice noticeably colder, offering a chilling relief in the scorching summer.
Ye Ranran felt like going insane at the moment, shooting a dagger-like glare at Yun Zhan before lowering her head like a child who had done something wrong and muttered softly, "Uh, yes... a friend."
"Yun Zhan, you're a public figure, and you're a hostess, don't you care about your image?" Xiao Sichen gave Ye Ranran a glance, his eyes and brows carrying a trace of indifference.
Ye Ranran pursed her lips, glanced at the ice sculpture-like Xiao Sichen, then at the complex-looking Yun Zhan, and pouted, "I was wrong."