Before Xiao Feng had time to think, the other side quickly replied: "...I might have added the wrong person, just delete it."
The little girl hurriedly typed: "Don't delete it yet, clarify, who exactly are you?"
This time, the other side took a long time to reply.
The little girl got a bit anxious and quickly typed "Speak up" into the chat box.
Just before she could send it, the other side sent over a picture.
She opened it to find that it was an uncolored pen drawing of a flower blooming in the storm.
"This drawing is really ugly, not even as good as my doodles when I was five," the little girl commented.
But Xiao Feng already understood who it was.
He had seen this drawing before; it was Hua Ling's handiwork.
Seeing Xiao Feng's strange expression, the little girl asked: "Brother Xiao Feng, do you know who this person is?"
Xiao Feng didn't hide it and nodded, "Hua Ling."
