It was a picture of a man's back. He was facing away from the camera, cooking in an open style kitchen. Even though it was only his back, Song Qingchun could tell from one look that it was Qin Yinan. The person who sent her the message was Tang Nuan.
Before Song Qingchun could even fully process what she was seeing, her phone received another message. Again, it was from Tang Nuan. 'Song Qingchun, I wonder, how long have you been waiting for Qin Yinan? From the looks of things, he won't be free any time soon.'
Before Song Qingchun could finish reading, Tang Nuan sent another message. 'Unfortunately, he is over at my place, cooking dinner for me. It is quite unlikely that he'll be able to celebrate your birthday with you.'
