The next second, Jiang Ruan's low voice came through the earbud: "Hmm."
She sounded muffled, as if buried under the blankets answering him.
Instantly, Bao Ye felt his heart settling back into his stomach.
He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"I was wrong," Jiang Ruan said, biting her lip. "Don't be mad, I'm just feeling a bit down."
"Maybe I'm just too exhausted from filming lately, sorry."
Listening to her apologize, Bao Ye's eyebrows furrowed as if they could squish a fly to death.
Feeling both pity and helplessness, he said, "What are you apologizing for? No need to apologize. I'm your man, your confidant. If you're not feeling great, who else would you talk to, you know?"
Jiang Ruan was deeply moved: "Hmm."
And then he said,
"What a worthless show, don't film it anymore."
"I'll pick you up tomorrow, I'll take care of you from now on."
Upon hearing him say not to film, Jiang Ruan instantly became alert: "No way."
