Zhao Yu was so excited that she could barely speak. After two sharp yells, she praised her fiercely.
"Mu Qiu, you're freaking amazing! You managed to turn this secret crush into reality!"
"I'll repeat once more, I don't have a secret crush..."
Just as the words "secret crush" left her mouth, the door was knocked on.
Mu Qiu paused and went to open the door. Cheng Zhirang stood at the entrance with a suitcase, saying, "I still have some stuff here."
"Come in, I'll make a phone call."
On the other side, Zhao Yu became like a chicken with its throat squeezed, no longer screaming nor exclaiming, her voice mysterious: "Is it Brother Mei Yan?"
"...Yes."
She held up her phone and walked to the window, giving Cheng Zhirang space to pack his things. Since the person they were discussing was present, the phone conversation instantly felt like a secretive underground meeting.
