Later that night, Chen Xingyan returned to the apartment to find that her game console had been fixed. As she looked at it, her face was filled with an obvious sense of joy.
But, didn't An Zihao say that he was going to send it back to the factory in Germany? How did it get fixed so quickly?
Regardless, she gave An Zihao a phone call, "Are you asleep?"
"Speak," An Zihao was sitting all alone in his living room, enjoying a glass of wine.
"How did you get the game console fixed so quickly? Which amazing person did it? How did they manage to fix a German product? I must meet them!"
"I fixed it." An Zihao may have drank a little too much. So, under the influence of alcohol he wasn't as reserved as usual and was a lot more direct.
"You? Why do I find it so hard to believe?" Chen Xingyan scoffed.
An Zihao chuckled. Obviously not in his right mind, he straightforwardly invited, "Want to come over for some wine?"
