"Tang Yuxin, have you forgiven me?" At this moment, Han Ye remembered that he couldn't get rid of it like a dog skin plaster. Tang Yu helplessly asked, "What did you do wrong? Now, let me forgive you. It seems that you didn't do anything wrong in your mind."

'"Alright, Tang Yu reckons you're capable. I, Han Yeming, have lost to you. I did something wrong. I shouldn't have said goodbye to you, nor should I have seen you not answer your phone calls. I shouldn't have said that ...