Evening, Qinglan was sitting on the bed flipping through "The Count of Monte Cristo." She had taken this from Fu Hengyi's study before coming to school; she hadn't expected that a soldier like him would read such a literary book.
"Qinglan, the homeroom teacher sent a message to the group today. Did you see it?" After freshening up, Fang Tong was applying lotion and suddenly remembered something important.
"Qinglan definitely didn't see it. She doesn't even have WeChat installed on her phone, so how could she have seen it?" Yu Xiaoxuan revealed the truth.
Fang Tong looked at Shen Qinglan in disbelief. "Really?"
Under Fang Tong's horrified gaze, Shen Qinglan calmly nodded. She indeed did not have WeChat on her phone. Usually, she contacted people by making phone calls.
"Oh my god, Qinglan, are you from ancient times?" Fang Tong slapped her forehead with a look of despair.
