As she disembarked from the plane, Yan Yan received a phone call.
"You're in Guangdong?" the voice on the other end of the line confirmed with Yan Yan.
"How did you know?" Yan Yan was a bit surprised.
"Wasn't it from your own Weibo post?" the caller retorted.
"Ah? I only found out about this thing today, just downloaded it, and randomly posted a photo—how did you see it so quickly?" Yan Yan still hadn't grasped how to use domestic Weibo because it was something new that started after she went abroad.
"What, you're planning to sneak in and out without anyone noticing, huh?" someone asked rather annoyed.
"How could I? I'm such an open, bright, and sunny person." Yan Yan's choice of adjectives often tended to stand out from the ordinary.
"Didn't you say last month you'd come to Shenzhen to treat me to a meal? And you said you had urgent matters to return to Melbourne for—why are you flying from Wenzhou to Guangzhou today?" Jiao Zhifei felt like he had been tricked.