Not long after.
The milk tea and cake were served.
Su Huanqing sipped the overly sweet milk tea and said irritably, "It's rare for old classmates to reunite, am I making you unhappy? You've been sighing continuously."
Wang Qingya apologized, "Sorry, my sighing isn't because of you, it's because of Xiaojun. He's really a handful, and I'm a bit worried about him."
Xiaojun?
Su Huanqing's eyes suddenly lit up and she asked, "Is it your fiancé, Xu Lingjun?"
"Mm."
Su Huanqing quickly ate a piece of cake and asked, "Did you go find him?"
Wang Qingya nodded and said, "You know Qingzhou City was attacked, right?"
"I saw it on the news; the casualties were reportedly severe. He didn't die there?"
Noticing Wang Qingya's displeased expression, Su Huanqing laughed softly, her lively ponytail swaying as she smiled brightly, "Sorry, I was being blunt. Let me rephrase: He wasn't among the casualties?"
Regarding Wang Qingya's fiancé.
No one knows more than Su Huanqing.
