"Sis, I'm not messing around," Yu Qingge also became serious, "I know myself, with Dongbo helping, it's okay for now, but Dongbo is getting old, and if one day someone covets my inn, I really can't protect it..." She paused, "Sis, do you know? Right before I met you, I even thought about whether suicide would let me go back..."
Yang Ruxin's brows furrowed even more.
"Sis, after all, you have several younger siblings, right? Isn't there a saying, 'Herding one sheep is the same as herding a flock'?" Yu Qingge began to shake Yang Ruxin's hand as she spoke, "I'll absolutely listen to you, really... I swear... Otherwise, next time you hear from me, you might just be coming to my memorial service..."
"Getting more and more excited as you talk, huh?" Yang Ruxin's face turned grave.
Yu Qingge bowed her head and stared at her fingertips, anyway, if you don't agree, I'll just cling to you.
"Why are you as clingy as a plaster? What happened to the post-90s independence?"