Ye Chuqing held her phone, reading with immense delight and occasionally bursting into laughter.
Her complete failure to act like the heroine of a story left Fang Qingze thoroughly baffled. "Miss Ye, they are dragging your name through the mud like this. Are you seriously not going to do anything about it?"
Over the past few days, Fang Qingze had grown accustomed to her presence. Ye Chuqing was practically faultless—smart, pretty, elegant, and polite.
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