"Doot...doot...doot..."
The phone was answered after just a couple of rings.
But it wasn't Yu Qiao Qiao's voice that rang from the other end; instead, it was the voice of that simpleton, Zhao Ying.
"Hello? Chen Yan?"
Upon hearing Zhao Ying's voice, Chen Yan's first reaction was to think he had dialed the wrong number.
He lowered his phone to take a look.
He hadn't made a mistake.
So, he asked, "Why are you the one answering the phone?"
Zhao Ying cheerfully replied, "Qiao Qiao left her phone with me. I saw it was you calling, so I picked up."
After finishing, she naively asked, "Have you eaten?"
Chen Yan was somewhat bemused.
He thought Zhao Ying was really an optimist.
His own situation was dire, with the backyard on fire, yet talking to her felt like running into a neighbor in the village.
So he coughed once and bluntly shifted the topic to Yu Qiao Qiao, "What is Qiao Qiao doing right now? How... how is her mood?"
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