The more Cha Qing Luo felt that it was lively outside, the more empty her heart became. She needed to hear Nan jiateng's voice to feel comforted.
If she thought about it, then she thought about it. She would not be pretentious.
If she wanted to make a call, she had to.
In fact, when she came for a picnic, Nan jiateng had sent her messages along the way, asking her where she was and how she was doing.
Although there were messages in the text messages, she still wanted to hear the voice. She felt that she could hear the tone of the other party and guess what the other party was thinking.
Actually, she wanted to make a video call, but the signal here was not very good. In addition, she was a little tired from climbing the mountain. It might not look good for her image, so she did not make a video call for the time being.
