She gazed at her delicate hands.
These hands would set things right.
Yu Ruohuan opened her phone contacts, found a person labeled as Gu Yonghe, and sent over a bookmarked news link.
She silently counted the seconds in her heart, and at the tenth second, she chose to withdraw the message.
Soon, the other party replied with a confused emoji.
Yu Ruohuan opened the keyboard and skillfully typed—Sorry, sent it to the wrong person.
——Miss Yu, who did you mistake me for? Let me guess, the only one who could catch Miss Yu's attention might just be my cousin.
Yu Ruohuan tilted her lips into a subtle smile. Dealing with smart people is always less exhausting.
——Your cousin is a distant, unattainable flower on a high peak, someone I could never aspire to reach.
——If even Miss Yu cannot aspire to reach him, no woman on earth could. I'd think you're just being self-deprecating for effect.
Yu Ruohuan did not reply, lightly tapping her fingers on the table.
