Her downcast eyes moved slightly, and casually, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Very faint, almost as if it wasn't there.
She replied to him, "No need, it's already been resolved."
Fu Chenlie responded with a "hmm" and didn't drop the topic, but instead asked with concern, "Last night, I gathered from what you said that your friend was in trouble. Ms. Jiang, is she okay?"
Hearing his concerned voice, Wen Ran let out a self-deprecating laugh.
A short syllable slipped out from her throat, reaching the man thousands of miles away.
This sound made Fu Chenlie frown: "What's wrong?"
Wen Ran denied it three times in a row: "Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. The boss must be very busy, right? You go on with your work; I'm going to sleep now, goodbye."
Just when she was about to hang up, the man called out to her, "Wen Ran!"
"What is it now?"
"I found Wan Ning."
The hand holding her phone suddenly tightened.
It was her turn to speak.