The other party was silent for a moment, then let out a cello-like voice that was deeply moving, "What for?"
"It's about Weibo,"
"Does your head still hurt?"
Wen Meimei paused, wondering why Qiao Chengxun would care about such trivial matters. Sick in the head.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, I wanted to talk about the Weibo matter, can I come over to find you now?"
"Just say it over the phone."
Wen Meimei frowned, hadn't he said before that he didn't like to talk over the phone? Today she realized that Qiao Chengxun was more fickle than a woman.
"Alright then, about the Weibo matter,"
"Let's talk when I get back."
Qiao Chengxun hung up as soon as he finished speaking.
Damn it!
Wen Meimei felt like she had been played.
Feeling angry, she sent him a message: Qiao Chengxun, you bastard!
She waited a long time, but no reply came.
Wen Meimei, not giving up, added another line: I want to add you on WeChat.
After a while, Qiao Chengxun replied: Phone number.