The system-default remark gave away nothing special, could it be the elite Mr. Zhuang that great-aunt spoke of?
Nickname: ZG-C.
Beginning with 'Z', and the surname Zhuang, the likelihood is very high.
Liang Weining originally wanted to ignore it, but her great-aunt had repeatedly emphasized before leaving that she must chat with the person for a bit, just to save her face.
Again, face.
What does her great-aunt's face have to do with her?
As her thoughts landed, Teacher Xie knocked from outside.
"What is it, Mom?"
From outside came her mother's half-mocking repetition, "Your great-aunt just called and said Little Zhuang will add you on WeChat soon, remember to accept it."
"..." The boomerang of death.
Fine.
If an addition it must be, then so be it.
Some things are better clarified at once to avoid further trouble.
Without further hesitation, she accepted the friend request.
Liang Weining took the initiative, typing quickly and sending four messages in one breath.
