Lu Jingchen had already said that, so Song Qiao was too embarrassed to keep insisting on following him in such a willful manner and had to stay obediently at home.
But after Lu Jingchen left, Song Qiao simply couldn't sleep. Forcing herself to calm down, she took a shower and then sat on the big bed in the bedroom, looking outside.
Until she felt a bit sleepy, Lu Jingchen still hadn't called back. Song Qiao bit her lip and finally lifted the quilt to lie down. Just as she turned off the light, her phone on the bedside table dinged with the sound of an incoming message.
Song Qiao thought it was a message from Lu Jingchen, so she quickly sat up to check her phone. Indeed, there was a new message, but it wasn't from Lu Jingchen; instead, it was a multimedia message.
Puzzled, Song Qiao hesitated, but without thinking too much, she opened the message and glanced at the photo. When she saw the tiny photo in the multimedia message, she froze on the spot in the next second.
