Ye Wangchuan watched as the girl left. He lazily threw away the card in his hand and bit the smoking stick. He turned his head and said casually to the people at the table, "Have fun."
As he waved at Qin Si, his eye-catching eyes were very arrogant and a little careless. "Come and help me play a round."
Qin Si stood up unhappily and walked to his seat. "I came to play games, but you insisted that I play cards. What's the point of playing cards?"
Ye Wangchuan ignored his complaints. After giving up his seat to him, he walked past the crowd and followed Qiao Nian out.
Outside the corridor of Lan Pavilion, Qiao Nian came out to take a breather and leaned against the wall to play with her phone.
She had just played with Qin Si and the others for two hours. The phone was slightly hot, but it did not use much power.
Compared to Qin Si and the others, her phone's battery seemed especially durable.
The people who came to Lan Pavilion to play were either rich or noble. They were all from Beijing's upper-class circle and usually wore extraordinary clothes. Under such circumstances, the girl was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and she was even casually wearing a pair of canvas shoes, making her look a little eye-catching.
However, Qiao Nian was wearing a cap and looking at
her phone with her head lowered, almost covering her chin.
Her posture was very roguish. Her long legs were propped against the wall, and she was completely indifferent. Her white jade-like fingers were on her phone, and the faint white light from the phone shone on the brim of her cap.
Qiao Nian opened WeChat.
Other than the messages sent to her by a few people from Class A...
Jiang Li finally replied to her message.
[I'm okay.]
The message came five minutes ago. He had only replied when Qiao Nian came out of the private room.
Qiao Nian's fingers tightened around her phone. Her black eyes seemed to be thinking about something as she pulled up the dialog box.
She had sent the last message.
Two hours ago.
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