It was mainly because she had just finished talking to a person with the surname Jian.
Pu Xiaohan wasn't familiar with Jian Zhe, the two had only met a few times, so she simply smiled, "Someone I met on a short video app."
She was highly cautious. Aside from the people in her fifteenth class, no one else knew about her online account.
Someone she met on a short video app?
Oh, an internet friend.
Jian Zhe nodded.
Bai Lian was sitting lazily at the edge of a child's stool, one leg bent, her posture casual and relaxed.
She held a calligraphy brush in her hand and, under the astonished gaze of the child, wrote a character.
After she finished writing, she calmly put down the brush, walked to the door, and said to Pu Xiaohan, "Are you two still chatting?"
Bai Lian was quite surprised.
The guzheng wasn't her forte; her technique wasn't considered high-level. She played "The White Robed Journey" well only because she was the original composer.
