Feng Feng held the phone in a daze and wanted to dial it again, but after all, he put it down in vain. Before he finished speaking, Ye Jia hung up the phone. Ye Jia, he doesn't even want to answer his phone? She walked slowly back into the room, into the study, and turned on the computer but didn't know what to do.

After sitting for a while, the phone rang, and she was happy to see that it was Li Huan. Li Huan's voice was so eager: "Feng Feng, has Ye Jia gone home?" ”

She said lightly: "I'm very busy now, if there is anything, let's talk about it later." ”

"Feng Feng, you listen to me finish speaking...... Xiaobo told me that Ye Jia's family had put a lot of pressure on him, and that they had a major cooperation plan with the Lin family, and they would definitely force him to marry Lin Jiani by any means. They also held a family meeting and voted not to let you in the door. Feng Feng, if ...... If you're too tired, just let it go......"

Let go? Why is everyone telling themselves to let go? He is like a person who climbs a high branch, firmly grasping Ye Jia's high branch and refusing to let it go, isn't it?

The anger in his heart was like a fire about to be ignited immediately, but he heard Li Huan say again: "Feng Feng, if you need to compromise yourself for the rest of your life, it is not your personality......

She hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish. Who is not compromising in this society? Wage earners make compromises in front of their bosses, small countries make compromises in front of big countries, poor countries make compromises in front of rich countries, between heaven and earth, who really lives carefree and at ease?

She heard a cold laugh in her heart, and she didn't know whether she was laughing at herself or Li Huan. Even if he is willing to compromise and seek perfection, Ye Jia, he is not even willing to go back to his "home", where does he come from to "seek perfection"?

The phone rang again, and it was still not Ye Jia, but a very unfamiliar number. She answered, and it was a more unfamiliar voice: "Hello Miss Feng, I am a reporter from XX Weekly, and I want to interview you with a few questions......"

Paparazzi, ubiquitous paparazzi, they even heard their own phone numbers, in the future, how can there be a life of peace?

She hung up the phone, and after a while, the phone rang again, and she simply turned off the phone and threw it aside before she breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, there was a clear panic in his mind: he was still harassed like this, so what about Ye Jia? How could those paparazzi let him go?