"Aren't you going to reply, Dr. Zhao?" Gao Dashuai was already impatient, pointing at the phone and asking him.
"Of course." Zhao Wensheng replied methodically and confidently, slightly tilting his phone away from everyone else's view, his nimble fingers quickly typed a few pinyin letters and immediately sent it off. No one could see what he was typing, but after he sent the text, he put the phone back in his pocket and continued to elegantly nibble at his watermelon, with a composed expression that gave nothing away. And for this, no one dared to underestimate him.
A text message notification 'dinged' at Jiang Mei's house, the little head was silent and still, not seeing mom come out from the bathroom, good, she hurriedly opened the message, three words on it: Little Dongzi.
The dark little pupils widened in shock: Too incredible. This man! Even auntie couldn't guess it, and he did.
It was clear this man was not easy to fool, what to do?
