"Qiaoqiao's not full: Why did you suddenly transfer money to me?"
"Fu Jinghen: It's compensation for hiding in the bathroom."
Before Wen Qiao could finish her sentence, the next message from Fu Jinghen had already come in.
"Fu Jinghen: You can use it to buy a bag."
"Qiaoqiao's not full: Why a bag?"
"Fu Jinghen: Bags cure all ills."
Wen Qiao laughed out loud —
"Qiaoqiao's not full: How did you know that?"
"Fu Jinghen: Online."
"Fu Jinghen: Why? Isn't it right?"
Across the screen, Wen Qiao could imagine Fu Jinghen frowning at this moment.
Her smile widened a bit as she smoothed out the facial mask wrinkling on her face, then reined her smile back in.
"Qiaoqiao's not full: Right, right, right, very right."
She found a little girl kissing the screen emoji and sent it over.
This time, until the facial mask timer rang, Fu Jinghen only sent her a three-word message, "Go wash your face."
Wen Qiao was somewhat baffled, but while washing her face, a thought suddenly struck her.
