LUO YAN sat down on the back seat of their family's car. "Uncle Tan, please wait a while. My friend will come soon," he said to the driver sitting at the front.
"Yes, second young master."
His phone vibrated again. He opened the WeChat message and read it.
[luckycloud]: Are you going home now?
It's Shen Ji Yun's reply to what he sent earlier – saying that he was already done with his exam. The two of them haven't met in the game these past five days. But the other didn't forget to send him a message on WeChat every day. As if brushing up his sense of existence. It's as if he's afraid that he would forget him if he didn't see him for a couple of days. Of course, that's impossible. Someone with Shen Ji Yun's presence could never be easily forgotten.
[YanYan1213]: No, I'm going to a café with Jiao Jiao.
