"What have you been up to? Not answering the phone."
"Earning a salary, got to work, right?"
"Went to work? Why didn't you take me with you, I'm so bored."
"Didn't you make up with Pan Yang?" Fang Qing closed the door.
Tong Dan turned around and gave a big eye roll.
"We didn't fight, so there's no making up. We cleared things up and agreed to be friends going forward."
Fang Qing walked toward the kettle, poured a glass of water, and said while drinking, "Just letting things go naturally is nice."
"Yeah, my mom keeps calling and asking how we're doing now; I'm getting a headache. Instead of having them hassle us, it's better to just drag things along like this."
Tong Dan, who had been adamantly opposed before, now showed some signs of compromise, even if just a little.
This is change.
Fang Qing obviously knew that Tong Dan actually had a good impression of Pan Yang, although it definitely wasn't on the level of liking.
