"Liu Zhizhong, where are you?"
Xiang Wenxin's magnetic, sweet voice rang out, distinctly characteristic and pleasant.
"Miss Xiang, I'm in Qingyi Alley, almost at Seaside."
"Okay, wait for me. I'm at the entrance of the alley."
"Hehe, it's really like I'm at the head of the alley and you're at the tail. The so-called beautiful scenery of Southern Country, meeting again in Qingyi Alley, I'll wait for you..."
Surprisingly, Xiang Wenxin laughed and cursed, "You sly devil, quite the wordsmith, truly a secretary by trade. That's how you charmed Feng Jianren, huh?"
"Uh..."
Xiang Wenxin hung up before Liu Zhizhong could say anything else, alas!
Liu Zhizhong thought for a bit and then turned around to buy a coconut milk tea, planning to bring it to her.
Looking at the milk tea and thinking about the coconut milk ads, associating it with Xiang Wenxin's fierce persona, Liu Zhizhong thought it was a perfect match and couldn't help but smirk.
