Yin Shuyao flipped through the encrypted album, selected a photo, did a bit of processing, and sent it to Shen Jianian.
The moment the message was sent, a red exclamation mark appeared ahead, unable to be delivered.
Shen Jianian had blacklisted her.
A surge of anger shot up Yin Shuyao's forehead, she bit her lip hard, re-registered a small account, added Shen Jianian's WeChat, and filled in the remark section: Shen Jianian, I'm Yin Shuyao, I have something important to tell you.
After waiting a few minutes, the other side didn't pass it.
Yin Shuyao's fingers rested on her lips, biting her nails, with a dense haze between her brows and eyes, Shen Jianian was really something, planning to play dead until the end?
Originally, she wanted to leave her some leeway, but now it seems completely unnecessary.
Yin Shuyao sent another friend request, this time with a different pitch: My family still has many of your mother's relics, keeping them is useless, I can give them to you.
