Just then, Sheng Yang's phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw Luo Mengmeng's words of concern. [Yangyang, are you there yet? Have you met your online friend?]
Sheng Yang did not like trouble, so she took a photo of Lemon and sent it to her.
Luo Mengmeng: "…"
The moment she saw the photo, she wished she could faint. Her face was filled with worry. After a long time, she messaged back. [Yang Yang, he doesn't look like a good person.]
Sheng Yang typed with one hand without thinking it through. [Mhm, he was never a good person to start with.]
Hacking was not exactly a good thing to do.
Luo Mengmeng felt like fainting. Yangyang's taste was quite unique.
Why was this beauty so suicidal?
[Do you want me to pick you up?]
Sheng Yang replied: [No need.]
[Okay then. Be safe and keep in touch.]
[Yeah.]
Sheng Yang put away her phone and looked at the limp Lemon. "Can we go?"
