Qin Zhengrong nodded gloomily on the other side, unhappy: "Yeah, I'm about to hand in my phone, and from now on, I can only contact the outside world once a month."
So, taking advantage of these last few days of freedom, he made several phone calls.
Gu Xiaoer sighed sentimentally, thinking about the long four years, the tough training, the restricted communication—would Zhengrong and Xiao Tong be able to keep their long-distance relationship going?
The two chatted casually for a while, and half an hour passed in a blink.
Han Luoli had already come out holding a fresh glass of juice. Since they started the call, she had been timing them, and when the half-hour was up, her long fingers tapped the table in protest.
Pregnant women shouldn't be on the phone for too long!
Gu Xiaoer stuck her tongue out playfully at Han Luoli, quickly finished the conversation with Qin Zhengrong, hung up, and spoke appeasingly to the man.
