Shi Yuhuan's message was just one word: "Oh!"
Pff! Song Qinghuan's red face flushed even more at the unexpected answer, "Oh? What does this mean?"
What kind of crappy response is that!
With a "snap," Song Qinghuan flipped her phone over onto her lap with the intention of ignoring it.
But then her phone "dinged," suddenly lighting up again.
She told herself to ignore it, but she couldn't help herself. Her delicate, slender fingers flipped the phone back over and unlocked it.
"Oh!" The message was exactly the same as the previous one. The same single-word response, with no changes whatsoever.
Song Qinghuan could almost imagine if he said this aloud, the tone would be exactly the same.
Song Qinghuan gave a "humph" and, somewhat angrily and annoyed, ran her hands through her hair and gave her phone an impatient glare.
She locked her phone and put it directly into her bag.
At first, she wondered whether she should take out her phone again and ask him what that "Oh" meant.
