The lamps began to glow as the night wind breezed through.
Xu Qingyan lowered his head to reply to the messages from Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou. These recent days, he had been in almost constant contact with the two women, his first reaction upon waking each morning was to reach for his phone to return messages.
When they had free time, they would video call each other.
Fortunately, so far he had been lucky enough not to have experienced the misfortune of a video call leading to a car accident. This was mainly because Pei Muchan kept regular hours, and Lin Wanzhou was rather busy.
The timing on both ends was just right to suit Xu Qingyan's convenience. His typing speed was fast, and it wasn't as if he couldn't keep up with the chat, so how could he feel any pressure?
Wandering for a while, he also pondered his plans for the future.
