Fu Shiyan had yet to speak.
Duan Jianchuan's phone rang just then.
Duan Jianchuan picked it up and saw a message from Wen Zishu.
Wen Zishu first sent a string of angry emojis.
Then, he sent a few more messages.
[Damn, Duan Jianchuan you bastard, I really misjudged you!]
[You, you scumbag, pervert!]
[Where are you hiding, if you've got the guts come out!]
Duan Jianchuan looked at this barrage of messages, his expression somewhat unnatural, automatically ignoring Wen Zishu's messages. He glanced at Fu Shiyan and, with a light cough, said, "Spam messages."
Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "I didn't ask."
Duan Jianchuan: "..."
Fu Shiyan's expression remained unchanged, seemingly not the least bit curious about his messages, "Leave a message for Qing Yue, tell him to come back early."
Duan Jianchuan agreed, took his phone, and quickly walked out.
Fu Shiyan turned back to the livestream, where Jiangli was still holding a lottery draw.
Fu Shiyan watched intently.
