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"Smartphone."
He immediately understood and laughed, "It's in my pants pocket, you can grab it yourself."
Her delicate hand unceremoniously slipped into his jeans pocket, fumbling around a bit before pulling out the matching phone, just like hers. She deftly entered her birth date, unlocked the screen, opened WeChat, scrolled up and down, and complained, "Why do you only have a few people on your WeChat?"
He retorted, "Why not?"
She continued browsing his recent chat list and found that he only chatted with her on WeChat. The rest were probably just him and Tobias Blackwood and others coordinating their meet-up spots and sharing locations.
She teased, "Are you some ancient human? Everyone uses WeChat, yet you only use it to chat with me?"
Simon Forrester didn't see anything strange about it: "Simple things warrant a phone call, complex things an email. If you didn't prefer using WeChat, I wouldn't even know it was for chatting."
