The event ended, and it was already past nine at night. Since they had to catch an early flight back to Yanchuan the next morning, Zhou Huaiyi and his group returned to the hotel early to rest.
Everyone stayed on the same floor, with Zhou Huaiyi's and Xiang Qichen's rooms only separated by a wall, meaning Xiang was right next door.
After taking a shower, Xiang Qichen dried his hair and was about to go to bed. However, just as his head touched the pillow, the doorbell rang, and the low voice outside couldn't have been more familiar: "Qi Chen, are you asleep?"
Xiang Qichen turned on the light and went to open the door: "Come in and talk."
Zhou Huaiyi entered on tiptoe, holding his phone.
Xiang Qichen: "What's up?"
Zhou Huaiyi clasped his hands together: "Please! Do me a favor! My dad wants to video call me."
Xiang Qichen: "..."
The notification tone for a sent request sounded for a moment, and then the phone vibrated as the video call connected.
