Seeing Ruan Yan answer so seriously, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but want to laugh.
"If I tell Ya Tianxing about this, can our friendship survive?"
"It'll be over." Ruan Yan answered decisively and resolutely.
Mo Shangjun asked in surprise, "Just over such a small thing?"
"Yeah."
Ruan Yan echoed.
Thinking for a moment in frustration, Mo Shangjun helplessly said, "But Qian Han is still in my hands."
Ruan Yan glanced at her coolly and said indifferently, "Go ahead, take the vote."
"..."
Mo Shangjun was laughing uncontrollably.
After a pause, Mo Shangjun finally stopped smiling and seriously promised Ruan Yan, "Don't worry, for the sake of our fragile and pure friendship, I won't say anything."
After speaking, Mo Shangjun laughed again, unable to stop her mouth from curving into a smile.
"..."
Ruan Yan didn't really want to respond to this fragile friendship.
After a while, in order to strengthen this fragile friendship, Mo Shangjun asked Ruan Yan, "Do you need my help?"
