"It seems I've said before that you're no longer welcome here, and I don't want to see you again."
Wu Rong took a deep breath,
"Yes, you did say that last time, but Lu Ping, your current actions don't seem like you're drawing a clear line and cutting off all ties with me."
"My current actions? What actions?"
Lu Ping's expression was full of sarcasm.
"Who wrote that blog post?"
"Who wrote it? After all the time we've known each other, Wu Rong, I remember you once praised my writing talent and said I had the potential to be a writer. What? Can you no longer see my literary skills now?"
"Lu Ping, sarcasm isn't your style. Tell me, who came to you?"
Wu Rong asked seriously.
"Who are you afraid might come to me?"
Lu Ping replied with a question instead.
Wu Rong felt an extreme tightness in his chest, his gaze falling on Lu Ping's face,
