The atmosphere was particularly wonderful, when suddenly, Yu Minglang's phone rang. Qian initially didn't want to pay attention to this mood-killing call, but accidentally pressed the phone under her pillow, and the call connected.
"Minglang, something's up."
Qian rolled her eyes and flipped her beautiful middle finger at Yu Minglang.
Can't there be a little trust between people?
Yu Minglang felt more wronged inside, but couldn't ignore it because that voice belonged to his perennial bachelor old friend, Mr. Liu.
"Message received, go ahead." Mr. Liu, always contradictory, I hope you find no toilet paper when you need it in the bathroom — feeling desperate, Yu Xiaoqiang secretly cursed his elder.
"Are you in Lishi now?" Mr. Liu's voice sounded a bit anxious.
"Yes." Yu Minglang immediately collected himself and sat up with seriousness.
Qian looked at his particularly serious face, glanced elsewhere, and shook her head.
