A moment later, the chat interface showed "typing...," and Zhou Jingwei's message popped up. He said, "I've eaten. What about you?"
Zhao Ximo, who had been sitting to the side and chatting with Wei Tingyao, caught a glimpse of the chat interface and couldn't help but click his tongue mockingly, "Jingwei, when did you eat? How come I didn't know?"
Zhou Jingwei ignored him, waiting for Cheng Weiyue's reply.
The bluestone slabs were moist and slippery around the edges. Cheng Weiyue walked slowly in the middle, her pace deliberate, while replying to messages, "I'm near Yusheng Bridge. Going to grab something to eat first."
"Find a place to sit down and wait for me."
Cheng Weiyue's lips curved lightly as she agreed.
Under the bridge, there was a shaded pavilion, and not far away, street vendors were hawking their snacks.
Cheng Weiyue walked over and scanned a QR code to place her order.
Back in the office, Zhao Ximo was spinning the globe in front of him idly.
