"That's your friend, right?" His mother speculated after seeing his expression.
He didn't show any obvious joy, which proved that the person in front of him was not the Le Wan that he liked. However, from his expression, he didn't seem to hate him. Instead, he seemed to be a little helpless. Hence, Mother Zhai speculated that the person who sent the message should be Zhai Jing's friend.
"You have to reply to their message in time. It's basic courtesy." Because of his mother's illness, Zhai Jing was busy working and earning money every day. He didn't have many good friends. Regarding this, his mother had always been very worried, so when she saw that he rarely had any friends in contact with him, she repeatedly pushed him to reply to messages.
Zhai Jing could only put down the bowl in his hand helplessly.
"Then you have to finish all of this. You can't leave any leftovers."
Mother Zhai, who was in a good mood, promised,
