"Que Feiling?"
Jiang Qingli froze.
But Qin Muye reacted faster. The moment the person approached, he slammed the screen face down and turned his head to demand, "Is this any of your business?"
His view was filled with two pairs of military boots. Que Feiling's voice was a little sheepish. "I was just saying hi…"
Qin Muye let out a heavy, cold snort. But remembering Jiang Qingli was still there and not wanting to worry her, he took a deep breath, flipped the screen back over, and said, suppressing his anger, "I'll call you when I get back to my dorm, okay?"
Jiang Qingli nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
The video on the other end went dark, and Jiang Qingli saw her own reflection and her slightly furrowed brow.
