Nian Shutong made quite the noise, and Fu Yunhe found out immediately, but he was too busy to stand by her side.
It seemed like every battle, it was hard for Fu Yunhe to accompany her.
The night Little River Live ended, as for the outside discussions, Nian Shutong didn't care and just called Fu Yunhe.
"Did the livestream grab any food?"
"No, I just got back."
With a slightly aggrieved voice, Nian Shutong tried not to laugh and said, "It's okay, there's a package for you at the school gate tomorrow morning."
"Mm, I miss you."
At that moment, Fu Yunhe, leaning back on his bed, watching Nian Shutong through the video, had a focused expression that seemed to penetrate through the Light Computer.
"I know. I still need to be busy for a while before I can come back, then we can meet."
"Not necessarily."
