When Jing Xiaocha arrived at Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, it was already eleven fifty.
After paying the taxi fare, she got out of the car, and her phone started ringing.
Seeing the caller ID, Jing Xiaocha frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button, "Hello."
"Xiaocha, are you at school?"
The voice on the phone was Jin Zheyu's. Back then, when she went abroad as an exchange student, Jin Zheyu was one of those who went with her.
This time, when Jing Xiaocha returned to China, Jin Zheyu followed along again.
Jing Xiaocha looked up at the sign of Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion and said calmly, "I'm not at school."
"I'm at school now. I heard you were here this morning. I was hoping to catch you for lunch. Where are you?"
"I have something to do outside. I'll call you later."
"Take care then." Jin Zheyu's voice was cheerful. Despite Xiaocha's consistently indifferent attitude toward him, Jin Zheyu didn't mind.
