"What? Add WeChat? But we've already—"
She subconsciously began to speak, but the words afterwards got abruptly stuck in her throat.
"Hmm? Already what...?"
Wen Xian's slender, soft body just froze in place, as if she dared not move at all.
She clenched the rag in her hand, held her breath, and when she spoke again, she lightly coughed:
"WeChat... I don't really use that much, not quite used to it. And, and we already have each other's phone numbers, right... That, that should be enough..."
By the end of her sentence, she let out a forced laugh.
But after her words fell, the air grew quietly still for a few seconds.
Perhaps out of guilt, she felt especially uneasy.
The next second, she suddenly felt a loosening above her; it was Lu Xiao who had untied her apron strings.
