"Ah, okay." Qiao Nian hadn't slept much during the three hours on the plane. She had been playing with her phone, but there was no signal. She was already feeling a little tired from playing puzzle games to kill time.
She narrowed her eyes and did not hear what the driver was talking about. She only responded politely from time to time as she leaned back in her seat to rest.
At this moment, her phone screen lit up. Qiao Nian picked it up and saw that Aunt Chen, who hadn't replied to her message for a long time, had replied.
Qiao Nian rolled down the window, causing the wind to blow in, and she became much more awake. She rested her elbow on it and tapped on her phone with one hand.
