Huo Mutian immediately picked up the phone. It was a message from Wen Qiao.
She had sent Fang Qinghe's WeChat ID.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: Don't say I gave it to you. I don't want her to have a bad impression of me when we act together in the future.]
[Qiaoqiao's not full: Also, when I was helping you get the WeChat, I heard that man inviting her to watch the fireworks by the river. If I hadn't jumped in, you would've been outdone. But that man was quite persistent, saying he'd ask Sister Qinghe out again when they returned to Jiang City.]
Huo Mutian let out a light sneer. Watching fireworks, and by the river, no less.
Such a cliché move, even a hundred and eighty years ago, he wouldn't have used it to pursue a girl.
[Huo Mutian: Got it, you may leave now.]
Huo Mutian copied the WeChat ID Wen Qiao had sent and pasted it into the add friend section.
