Nian Yuyu's words caused an uproar, and her book fans immediately looked at Li Yunlai with some hostility.
Jiang Jingyun, who had initially wanted to take action, suddenly crossed her arms and stood aside, watching Li Yunlai coldly with a disdainful gaze as if she were sizing up a clown.
Li Yunlai's face instantly paled, a sense of humiliation washing over her like waves.
However, she remembered the plan she had with Wang Fan and had to hold back. With reddened eyes, she looked at Nian Yuyu with a pitiful expression, her face gentle and weak, but her hand clung tight to Nian Yuyu's arm, squeezing hard.
"Yuyu," she said with a voice laden with obvious sobs, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you... you still haven't forgiven me."
Li Yunlai's voice was muffled, "Hit me, scold me, as long as you can forgive me, I'll do anything."
"I... I really value our friendship."
Nian Yuyu was close to being sick from disgust.