He looked at those little bears.
He picked up his phone, took a photo, and then opened WeChat.
Suddenly, his finger paused.
He also spaced out for a moment.
Then, he scrolled down, opened Wen Jing's chat window, and made a video call to her.
It rang for a long while before she picked up.
It was pitch-black on her side, and all he could hear was Wen Jing's sleepy voice, "Deputy Zhou, what are you doing?"
Her tone carried a hint of complaint.
The girl, who was usually carefree, spoke in a voice that was unusually soft and tender, sticky like glutinous rice.
Zhou Sicheng couldn't help but smile slightly at the corners of his mouth, laughing as he asked, "You're already asleep at this hour?"
Wen Jing: "I'm not asleep, I just got up."
Zhou Sicheng then remembered he was in F Country, "I forgot I'm in F Country."
Wen Jing finally realized that Zhou Sicheng was drunk, "Do you seem a bit drunk?"
Zhou Sicheng: "I had a little."
