Yet at this moment, Bao Ye suddenly didn't feel like clarifying things anymore.
With his thoughts drifting, Jiang Ruan's voice came to his ear: "Bao Ye, Bao Ye, are you listening to me?"
Holding the phone, Jiang Ruan felt a slight tension when there was no response from his side.
"I'm listening." Bao Ye's steady voice sounded.
Only then did Jiang Ruan breathe a sigh of relief: "You scared me; suddenly you went silent."
Jiang Ruan smiled and asked him, with a hint of cleverness in her tone: "So, isn't my plan pretty good? Don't worry, I've seen these kinds of things a lot. Those paparazzi just want money. As long as the money is enough, they'll naturally take the topic off the trending list..."
Before Jiang Ruan could finish, Bao Ye suddenly called her name: "Jiang Ruan."
Jiang Ruan paused, and the words at her lips came to an abrupt stop: "Hmm, I'm here."
"What's up?"
A second of silence, then Bao Ye's low voice sounded: "We won't take it off the trending list."
