Mu Qiu was genuinely touched, so touched that she wanted to bite her lip and squirm a little.
But she had just cried for over ten minutes; not only was her voice hoarse, but her nose was also still a bit stuffed. The way she responded with a "mm" sounded like she was holding back tears.
This made Cheng Zhirang on the other end of the phone silent for half a minute.
A moment later, he said, "Otherwise, should I come over?"
"No need, just let me calm down a bit."
"Then can you tell me what kind of story it is that's making you feel so upset?"
"Story..." She suddenly found it hard to open up, "The story isn't as concise and logical as a movie script. You might not be used to it."
"Reading a story doesn't need to be about whether it's logical or not. Can you tell me about it?"
"Do you really want to hear it?"
"Am I not allowed to?"
