It was almost early morning when Yan An returned to Beicheng. The holiday started perfectly, but the ending was not so beautiful. Yan An looked listless.
In the middle of the night, Yan An was lying on the bed, flipping through the phone at will, and turned into the secret friend.
Yan An rarely comes up on weekdays. First, she is not sticky to this software, and she often forgets that she has this software that is not commonly used in her mobile phone.
Secondly, this is the only one in her friend list in this software.
Yan An poked the other side: Hi?
Y: ?
The other party replied almost in seconds, Yan An was surprised, this Qian, every reply was very slow before, and it seemed that he was not a regular customer of this software.
Wu Neng: A bit boring, how about you?
Kyu: Almost.
