Until Zhao Guodong finished speaking, he saw Ye Ling just staring at him without saying a word, so he couldn't help scratching his head. Then he looked at Ye Ling, slowly furrowed his brows, and showed a very dissatisfied expression.
"Zhao Guodong, what do you think a friend is?" Ye Ling asked him calmly.
Zhao Guodong was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a question, "A friend is a friend. What's there to think about what a friend is."
"Oh, then let me ask you, do you consider me a friend?"
"Ye Ling, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Guodong frowned without answering the question.
Seeing his expression, Ye Ling already knew she couldn't expect an answer. She sneered, "Would you make your friend do something they wouldn't like? If you consider someone a friend, you definitely wouldn't put them in a difficult position. You've never thought about the other person, how can you say you consider them a friend?"
