Back home, Ding Yiyi opened the tie he bought for Ye Nianmo and Tianzizizizi picked up the phone. "What are you doing?"

"Look at the file." Ye Nianmo's voice is magnetic and gentle.

Ding Yiyi rolled around the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and the voice buzzed through the pillow. "I bought you a tie."

"A tie should be worn with an incorrect quantifier." The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be walking away from his seat, and the breath varied with his movements.

Ding Yiyi laughed and said, "Mr. Ye, you should be a teacher."

Ye Nianmo's voice was also tinged with laughter....