The other end replied quickly, "I should be the one to ask you that."
Su Lu, "I'm already at the company."
Bo Jingshen, "Feeling better?"
Su Lu, "Much better."
After a pause, Su Lu added, "Thank you for last night."
There was a moment of no response from the other end, and just when Su Lu thought he might not reply for a while, she was about to put down her phone when it buzzed.
The screen showed a message that Bo Jingshen had just sent.
"Is it just verbal?"
Verbal... what? Su Lu, piecing together the context, understood—just verbal thanks?
What else, then?
Su Lu thought for a moment, her fingers dancing across the screen.
Moments later, Bo Jingshen, wrapped in a soft blanket, with his deep eyes fixed on the screen, finally saw Su Xiaolu's reply pop up in the chat box.
He stared for a few seconds and then couldn't help laughing.
There it was on the screen, Su Lu's latest reply was startling: "Otherwise, should I order a banner for you?"
