"Ranran, he's the child you risked your life to give birth to, and he's very obedient. You'll definitely like him. Just meet him, okay?" His tone was gentle, as if trying to coax a stubborn child.
Ye Ranran's heart suddenly softened. No one had ever spoken to her so patiently before.
Fu Rong had always been cold and distant, and the words that came out of his mouth were usually commands.
If she refused to comply, he would shield himself behind his superior status, using power to coerce her.
Now, being treated so tenderly, she found herself unable to refuse.
"Alright." After all, it was just a phone call, not face-to-face, so there was no need to be afraid.
"Okay then. I think calling you might be inconvenient for me; can you call me instead?" He wanted to call her himself but was worried about Fu Rong discovering it.
Ye Ranran considered this too: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
