He couldn't hold it in anymore.
He thought that Qiao Mianmian would reply to him soon.
But even after a few minutes, the dialog box didn't change.
The latest WeChat message was still the "?" he sent.
He couldn't keep his cool anymore. After some thought, he sent another message: [??]
He waited for a few more minutes, but there was still no response.
Mo Yesi couldn't remain calm anymore.
His brows were furrowed as he stared at his cell phone screen.
Did she not see it?
Or did she not bring her cell phone with her?
Or was it because the reception wasn't good, so she didn't see his message?
Otherwise, he'd already sent her two WeChat messages, why didn't she respond at all?
Mo Yesi waited for a while more, and his heart was in a mess.
At this point, he couldn't care less about his pride.
He was about to call Qiao Mianmian when his cell phone lit up. It was Madam Mo.
