Qiao Nian scrolled to the end and saw that Jiang Li sent her six messages in total. This was spam.
The corner of her lips curled up and her dark eyes were half-squinted. She tapped the phone with her slender white fingers and replied.
[QN: You flatter me.]
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In a studio in Beijing, Jiang Li was holding two full glasses of water. He was staring at his cell phone without blinking, lest he miss any news.
Buzz.
He had just drunk the second glass of cold water, and finally managed to suppress his palpitating heart. His cell phone, which had not received any news for several minutes, vibrated.
"Hold it for me." He hurriedly shoved the glasses into the assistant's hands and quickly unlocked his cell phone.
It was a new WeChat message.
Jiang Li's heart pounded quickly as he swallowed his saliva. He opened the new message with a tight throat.
The girl's profile picture was very cool.
