"Hey" Qin Yiran was unhappy, but his tone was very polite.
"Is this Qin Yiran, Mr. Qin?" The pleasant baritone voice made Qin Yiran feel less unhappy.
"Yes, who are you?"
"That's right, I'm Feng Jiu, do you remember me?" Feng Jiu's happiness came through the phone line.
"Oh, it's you, I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing lately?" Qin Yiran is always an indifferent person, and it is rare to be able to greet him like this. This is because after all, he had a friendship with his classmates a few years ago.
"Similarly, Shi Jian has returned to China. Our classmates will gather next week on Friday. Do you have time?" Although Feng Jiu asked, his tone was affirmative. Who doesn't know that when Yi Ran and Shi Jian were in college, they were iron partisans, the kind who never left their focus.
Qin Yiran really didn't expect that someone would suddenly mention Shi Jian to him. He was startled and had mixed feelings, and he lost consciousness for a moment.
"Yi, what's wrong with you? I'd like to give you an accurate message. There aren't many classmates in this city. It wouldn't be loyal enough if you didn't come." Feng Jiu was somewhat chivalrous, and if he had been born in ancient times, he would have been a chivalrous person.
"Okay, I'll go as long as I have time." When Qin Yiran said this, the look on his face was a bit lonely, but unfortunately Feng Jiu could not be seen on the other end of the phone.
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