"Why didn't she reply to my WeChat?"
Lu Qinshang could hear a hint of resentment in his voice and could not help but shiver.
He must have misheard.
Glancing at his phone, Jiang Yanshen locked it the moment he saw the name: Lin Xiaoqian.
When Lu Qinshang thought of what he had just heard, his teeth instantly ached. He felt that his entire worldview had been overturned.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanshen had already admitted that he loved Lin Qingqian in 1942, so the shockwave today was much less.
Lu Qinshang said earnestly, "Maybe she's busy. Ah Yan, come and scan this. I'll pull you into the group."
His WeChat QR code was displayed on the phone screen.
Jiang Yanshen said arrogantly, "No."
The main thing was that he did not know how to scan a QR code.
"Are you still our brother? If you are, cut the crap and hurry up…"
Jiang Yanshen glanced at him and threw the phone to him impatiently. "Do it yourself."
