"I'm Tang Feng, who is this?"
"I am... Han Xiaoxiao."
"..."
After hearing that name, Tang Feng suddenly fell into a prolonged silence.
Han Xiaoxiao?
How could it be Han Xiaoxiao?
He must still be half asleep, right?
He hastily pinched his face, which immediately hurt so much that he grimaced in pain.
This was not a dream.
It must be a prank.
But he didn't have many friends who knew the name "Han Xiaoxiao."
It probably wasn't a prank.
If it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't a prank, then...
He felt his heart pounding "thump thump," growing more and more intense as if it was about to jump out of his mouth.
"Hello, are you still there?"
The person on the other end, perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a while, asked timidly.
Only then did Tang Feng come to his senses and quickly replied, "I... I'm here, Xia... Xiaoxiao, is it really you? I... I thought I was... was dreaming..."
The usually articulate Tang Feng suddenly started stammering.
