Sheng Tang took a look; it was Gu Shiting.
She answered it.
On the other end, Gu Shiting's voice sounded very forlorn: "Did you sing?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Baocu looked at her curiously. Since the two were close, she could hear a bit of the voice from the phone. She recognized it as a pleasant-sounding male voice.
Sheng Tang didn't have many close male friends.
"...I went to the library. I didn't go to the auditorium." Gu Shiting sounded quite regretful.
The last time he had gone to the auditorium unexpectedly was because he knew Sheng Tang was receiving an award for her poetry, and he wanted to see her accept it.
This time, Sheng Tang wasn't originally scheduled to perform.
Gu Shiting missed it, and he felt really bad about it.
"It's okay. I sang very roughly." Sheng Tang said.
"Can you come to my house for dinner tomorrow?" Gu Shiting asked.
Sheng Tang nodded.
After hanging up, Jiang Baocu nosily asked who it was.
Sheng Tang smiled. "A friend."
"What kind of friend?"
