"Oh! No! It's a woman!"
Yang Qin glanced up, helplessly explaining.
Qiao Yi looked at her, even more curious: "A woman? What woman would still send messages now?"
"She doesn't have my WeChat, so she just sends messages!"
Yang Qin chuckled wryly, feeling powerless.
"Could it be—"
Qiao Yi was about to say the person's name when Mu Yichen suddenly came back and sat down, so he held his tongue, and Yang Qin also lowered her head to start fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks.
"What's the matter? Why did you suddenly stop talking?"
Mu Yichen looked at them and asked, puzzled.
"Just chatting nonsense, are you calling Qin Mu again? Can you change your habit of calling and texting her every day at noon?"
Qiao Yi couldn't help but advise him.
"Change it? If I don't call her in advance, she'll probably just eat instant noodles or whatever, her health is always so carelessly dealt with, and her diet is terrible."
Mu Yichen shook his head helplessly.
