"I give up, come back." Ren Ting said with a wry smile on the phone.
"?! Are you still laughing? Don't you know you're wrong!" Ran Jia on the other end of the phone was still sitting on the beach with her mouth bulging, "Ah, ahem! Do you admit you are wrong!"
There was no sound on the other end of the phone.
Suddenly there was a weight on his shoulders, and a piece of clothing fell on him. He turned around and saw Ren Ting. He straightened up and said to his mobile phone: "Wrong, really wrong."
Intention: love