"What's wrong?"
Ye Xian heard her dejected tone and thought of Ye Shaowen's flirtatious nature, "My brother... he didn't dump you, did he?"
"Dump? I wish he had, at least that would mean I had something to begin with. Right now, I don't even have a chance to say a word to him."
Zhu Shanshan was furiously fiddling with a Teletubby in her hands.
"Why? Didn't I give you his WeChat?"
"You did give it to me, but he's so busy. Every time I message him, it's like dropping a stone into the ocean—no response, or I get an automated reply saying he's not available. Whenever I call his office, his secretary also says he's either in a meeting or with a client. It's gotten to the point where I'm too embarrassed to keep trying."
"?"
Ye Xian began to wonder if the person she was talking about was her second brother.
