Could Song Changlin have approached Aunt Hong to sew the buttons on?
As Gu Nianshen thought of this, he began to feel nervous and uncertain about what to do next. When he looked at his phone, Song Changlin still had not replied to his message.
No longer able to bear the suspense, Gu Nianshen's fingers trembled as he typed into his phone. "Uncle."
Without giving himself an opportunity to hesitate, he pressed the button to send the message as soon as he finished typing it.
Throughout Gu Nianshen's over twenty years of living, this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him.
Ding!
"Okay." Song Changlin replied.
Gu Nianshen could sense Song Changlin's victorious smile through his single-worded reply. Without replying to Song Changlin's message, Gu Nianshen tossed his phone aside.
