Losing all decorum with the Literary world!

Afternoon.

On the way home.

There was a major intersection up ahead, and there, the traffic light lasted very long. As he waited, he hesitated while holding his cellphone before sending Zhang Yuanqi a short message.

Zhang Ye: Sister Zhang, I'm back in Beijing.

Slightly more than ten seconds later, a response came back: You just arrived?

Zhang Ye smiled and typed: I got back a while ago. You must not have been following the news.

Zhang Yuanqi: I'm out of the country.

Zhang Ye: Out of the country? Alright, when you return, we can have a meal together. We haven't seen each other in such a long time. I expect myself to be in Beijing until the Lunar New Year.

Zhang Yuanqi: We'll see.

Zhang Ye: Alright. Go busy yourself.

Zhang Yuanqi: OK.

With the traffic light turning green, Zhang Ye stepped on the accelerator.

However, he did not put down his cellphone. He gave Rao Aimin a call. After leaving Beijing for a month, he missed Rao Aimin somewhat.

Du, du, du, the call connected.