The next day, it was pitch black outside.
After washing up, Jiang Nian bundled up against the cold wind and went downstairs. He glanced at his phone, and his chat with Wang Yuhe stopped at that message.
Hee hee.
The bold kid must have slept soundly.
At the entrance of the bun shop, he still didn't run into Feifei today. In the classroom, there were only two or three people; Fangfang was buried in her work.
"Feeling better?"
Huang Fang was slightly startled upon hearing this, realizing that he was asking her about the sudden cold she caught yesterday, and turned to look towards the back row.
"Much better."
After a pause, she solemnly added.
"Thank you."
"No need, just thank Li Hua then." Jiang Nian bent down and sneaked out a pack of Banlangen, "Thank nature's gift."
Huang Fang: "...."
Sometimes she also felt quite lucky to have met such a group of friends; a bit strange but kind-hearted.
"Ah!! Jiang Nian!!"
