"Poor Ye Chen!"
Ye Long mourned him in silence for two and a half seconds, then got into character in a second and opened the communicator.
Qing Tian also silently stepped aside, clearing Ye Long a space to perform.
As soon as the video call connected, Ye Chen's face was caked with mud. His lips were so pale they had no trace of color, and his body was cracked like a porcelain doll, covered in clotted blood.
"Ye Chen!!"
Before Ye Chen could say a word, Ye Long frantically asked, "How did you get so badly hurt? Where are you now? I'll come find you right away..."
"I-I'm fine!"
Hearing the concern and urgency in Ye Long's voice, Ye Chen immediately couldn't hold back his tears.
Unlike Yi Tianji, that scoundrel who loved playing mind games, Ye Long was someone who truly cared about him. Even through the screen, Ye Chen could feel his deep affection.
"You're in this state and you still say you're fine?!"
Ye Long's eyes were full of heartache. Then he began blaming himself. "It's all because I'm useless. If I hadn't been late sending you the information, you wouldn't have been hurt so badly. It's all my fault..."
Slap! Slap! Slap!
To play the leading man well, Ye Chen had always been strict with himself.
His eyes brimmed with remorseful tears as he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face several times.
"Holy shit, you're going that far?!"
Watching from the side, Qing Tian suddenly shivered, as if he could clearly feel the pain on his own face.
"Ye Long, this isn't your fault!"
Ye Chen hurriedly stopped him. Then his eyes filled with hatred. "I suspect Yi Tianji is behind all this. He deliberately made me run into Long Aotian, using