"Are you in Hancheng?"
"How did you know?"
"Xiao Yu told me."
"That kid. Who's actually family here? I can count on one hand the number of times he's chatted with me."
"He's my brother, too (smiley face)."
In the hotel room.
Jiang Chen was eating while chatting with Fang Qing on his phone.
"If you keep making random comments in my Moments, I'm going to block you."
Fang Qing was clearly here to hold him accountable for calling her photo a "photo lie", but Jiang Chen was accustomed to such "threats".
"Freedom of speech is a basic right of every citizen. As a brilliant law student, you don't need me to enlighten you with such common knowledge, do you?"
"(knife) (knife) (knife)"
Jiang Chen smiled, put down his phone, and focused on his meal.
This was how he chatted with this childhood friend.
They could message each other out of boredom in the dead of night without fretting about whether the other would reply or when.
