Jiang Yanzhou was in each and every photo.
From when he was young and wore a school uniform, to when he wore sportswear as a teenager, to his mature look in a suit.
Lu Yang's mind flashed with a certain chat record. She picked up the phone on the table, scrolled up for a moment, then stopped.
Jiang Yanzhou: "Have you seen the gift?"
Jiang Yanzhou: "Zhao Yanshu gave it without permission."
She replied with a voice message, "It's nice, I really like it. Thank him for me."
The consequence of being perfunctory is to be socially isolated like this.
Although she had said many more outrageous things than this, it was different.
Before, she did it intentionally, but this was purely coincidental.
A new message popped up with a ding.
Jiang Yanzhou: "Wanna do a video call?"
Lu Yang inexplicably felt guilty. She stared at the screen, hesitated for a moment, and replied hastily, "My brother is here."
