Second floor.
Jiang Ruan had just wiped clean the trending topics on that platform by hacking into it, and before she had time to log out, a WeChat message popped up.
Her slender eyebrows curled up.
[I saw the trending topics just now.]
He actually had time to browse Weibo?
As she was about to type a reply, the man messaged again.
[The second picture you took with him.]
[I never took a picture with you.]
Another message popped up soon after.
[I never trended with you either.]
Jiang Ruan stared at these messages, licking her lips with a smile.
She glanced at the top of the screen.
The other party is typing...
Without hesitation,
She quickly typed a sentence and sent it.
Then she casually sat against the railing, swinging a leg, looking in the man's direction from a distance, observing his fine facial expressions.
...
Fu Chi looked down at his phone.
Totally oblivious to the situation around him.
