Zhou Qi looked at the two men’s indulgent attitude toward Su Qianxun and was somewhat curious about their relationship.
After dinner, Su Li kept checking her phone. He had already added that cool uncle for a whole day, but he still had not passed.
‘Don’t tell me that cool uncle doesn’t use Wechat?’?
‘that shouldn’t be the case. How could anyone in this era not use wechat?’.
Su Qianxun decided to stay behind to accompany her son tonight, so Zhou Qi went home first.
Around ten in the evening, Su Li’s cell phone rang. He quickly took it out and took a look. It was uncle cool who had used his wechat friend.
Su Li quickly glanced at her mother, who was still at work. She picked up her cell phone and greeted him first.
“Uncle Cool, it’s me. I’m the Little Cutie from the hospital. * pen refill * (* ^ *)”
The prison lord had just come out of the shower. Looking at this greeting message, he thought of this money-grubbing young man.
“What’s the matter?”