Despite this being only the second time Jing Haohao has interacted with Liang Chen and his gang, she, being the smart one, already noticed that, although Chen was good friends with them, and partied with them, his status among them was extraordinary. When the group gathered, they loved to joke around, but rarely anyone played jokes on Chen, they were always cautious and polite towards him. Like now, Chen was sitting there with a gloomy face, ignoring everyone, sometimes pretending not to hear when someone spoke to him, but even so, no one in the room dared to react.
Jing Haohao thought about the text message sent by Liang Chen, and for a moment, she was at a loss how to respond to such a sudden message.
Across from her, Liang Chen slowly opened his eyes and his gaze slowly landed on Jing Haohao's face.
Jing Haohao's hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the cellphone, her lips pursing firmly.