Xing Chen was slightly startled, perhaps not expecting Ran Xiangsi to speak so firmly.
There was a moment of silence.
A low, elegant laugh reached Ran Xiangsi's ears.
"I love you."
This was probably Xing Chen's biggest concession to her.
Because of love, there is trust.
Ran Xiangsi's tense heart also relaxed a bit.
She smiled too, looked up at the full moon on the horizon, and nodded, "I love you too."
Speaking of which, the two of them rarely said such cheesy words.
Many things, a glance, a kiss, can represent everything.
Then, both hung up the phone simultaneously.
No one lingered, nor felt reluctant.
They both had a big-picture view.
In the face of real national matters, where is there room for romantic sentiments?
Love isn't everything to them; besides, there are even grander matters!
Putting down the phone, when Ran Xiangsi turned around, Uncle Kang's surgery had also ended.
The surgery was very successful, removing two bullets from his body.
