Of course, these communications were just very trivial, such as how she felt today, what she encountered, or what she ate and wore today, or even the random things she saw on the street that she could talk at length with Mr. S about.
Honestly, Ling Chuxia had never imagined she could chat to such an extent with Mr. S. She used to be quite a chatterbox, able to talk nonstop for twenty-four hours a day, always having something to say, constantly chirping around Shi Che like a little sparrow.
