Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao seemed to think of something and lowered her eyelids.
A muffled voice came across.
"But... it's possible that some people simply don't like me."
As she spoke, she picked up the bottle again, poured herself a glass of wine, and laughed, "It's fine, it's fine, I have a good mindset. There's plenty of time ahead anyway. Today is your birthday. Let's not talk about me anymore. Let's drink and maybe talk about whether you've had any romantic encounters abroad."
...
Listening to the busy tone of the phone, Changqing frowned slightly, but then just put the phone in his pocket and stepped into the side hall.
Standing at the entrance of the hall, Chang Song glanced at him.
"Master brother, how about you give me your phone, so it won't disturb your lecture later."
Changqing took out his phone, ready to hand it over, but seemed to think of something, and retracted his hand.
"It's alright." He said coolly, "I'll keep it myself."
Chang Song: ?
