"Oh, it's Bao Nan, right? I'm editing the message for you now." Xia Qiao muttered, her hands moving without a pause.
Jiang Tong pressed her elbow against her forehead, frowning slightly, "Didn't I tell you last time? How did you forget so quickly? Is he still your prince charming?"
"You don't understand." Xia Qiao waved her hand, suddenly thinking of something, she gasped, marveling straight out, "Jiang Tong, if you don't win him over tomorrow, I'll take your last name."
She suddenly remembered something, someone had asked her to deliver a love letter to Jiang Tong back in the day.
The sender was Bao Nan.
But with Jiang Tong's nonchalant personality, she didn't even look and just threw it straight into the trash.
Now you can only say that fate is a wonderful thing.
What goes around comes around.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tong hummed gloomily, thinking Xia Qiao was just trying to cheer her up.
"I'll take your auspicious words to heart."
"..."
