At three in the afternoon, Lin Wanzhou received a message from Xu Qingyan.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Lin Wanzhou immediately replied with an emoticon, "poke poke," but refused to type any words. The girl had such odd thoughts, trying to guess them was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Are you in the studio?"
Her heart shrunk tightly when she saw that message. The air conditioning was a bit too cold, making her involuntarily shrink her neck and her shoulders hunched up.
The absurd laughter from Qi Ting watching short videos echoed throughout the office, the bewitching music inundating the air.
What was he asking this for? Is he coming here?
Perhaps Lin Wanzhou was so stunned for too long that Xu Qingyan sent over a question mark, startling her so much that her hand trembled as she hurriedly replied to the message.
She typed a "Hmm," but stopped her finger just as she was about to send it.
