The little girl sent a bunch of photos, all of them were scenery shots taken along the way, and only at the end did she awkwardly send over a photo of herself, then added a goodnight message.
Shen Liguang stared at the last goodnight message, hesitated, and replied: Isn't your boyfriend out there? Aren't you going to tell him a few words?
After sending it, he didn't wait for a reply. It wasn't even two minutes before Shen Liguang silently withdrew the message.
In the end, he could only laugh helplessly: "Really an insensible little thing."
"Who lacks a conscience?"
Shen Liguang lifted his gaze, sweeping over Song Yao: "No one."
"Right, why don't you bring your girlfriend out?"
"She's busy."
Song Yao smiled, no longer speaking. He also seemed to not want to engage with her, lowering his head and staring at his phone.
It was a photo of a young girl.
