Qiao Yun didn't sleep well that night, possibly because she had seen an old friend, and she had a long-lost dream about her grandfather.
As a result, when she got up the next day, the area beneath her eyes was somewhat dark.
She sat on the bed for a while before taking out her phone to send a message to Li Hanzhou.
"Good morning."
Not long after the message was sent, her phone rang.
Qiao Yun hesitated for only a second and then answered it.
"Why did you think to send me a good morning message?"
Qiao Yun told Li Hanzhou, "You said it yourself, friends should keep in touch more."
Li Hanzhou laughed softly, "Being so good?"
Qiao Yun didn't realize she was being teased and frowned slightly, "Why don't you say it?"
"Say what?"
"I wished you good morning, and you didn't respond."
Li Hanzhou laughed again, the fearsome Professor Qiao was actually not scary at all but seriously cute.
"Little friend, good morning."
The man's voice was low, lazy, magnetic, and pleasant to hear.