"Alright," Chen Yan agreed. He shut down his computer, then walked outside with Yu Qiao Qiao.
"The autumn tiger" had just started to flex its muscles, and the temperature was even hotter than in the summer.
And since Mai Island was near the sea, there was also a bit of humidity in the air.
Stepping out of the building, without air conditioning, both of them felt as though a thin layer of moisture had covered their bodies, making it quite sultry.
Walking along the road, Chen Yan asked Yu Qiao Qiao, "What was it you said you wanted to talk about?"
Yu Qiao Qiao, walking beside Chen Yan, looked down and occasionally kicked at the ground, as though she was a bit tangled up inside, "Actually, it's nothing much. It's about the WeChat conversation we didn't finish tonight."
When he heard Yu Qiao Qiao mention WeChat, Chen Yan remembered.
