It was a simple question mark.
Just as Fu Shang was about to say something, he saw that the other party was typing ...
She raised her eyebrows, but she was not in a hurry to reply. She was waiting for Lian Qi to continue sending messages.
[ you've sent it to the wrong person. ]
It was a statement, not a question.
Fu Shang was speechless.
She made a video call.
Lian Jue, who was quietly reading in his study, held the phone in his hand and frowned slightly. His light red thin lips pursed into a slightly conflicted arc.
He hesitated for a few seconds.
Before he hung up the phone, he moved his slender fingers and pressed the answer button.
The video call was connected.
A magnified version of the young man's face immediately appeared on the screen. The familiar golden hair came into view, and the earlobe with an Ear Stud made it look even whiter. Lian Qi saw this person reveal a familiar smile at him, and he was not serious at all.