Zhou Mo replied quickly: No, what’s wrong?
Han Chen looked at the screen and chuckled, feeling inexplicably relaxed. Looking at the half-smoked cigarette that he couldn't finish in a moment, he simply put it in the ashtray and put it out.
Leaning comfortably on the sofa, he continued to send messages: Are you free next Sunday?
Zhou Mo: Is there something wrong?
Han Chen: It’s okay.
Zhou Mo: ???
Han Chen smiled. He had only sent one question mark last time, but Zhou Mo sent three this time, obviously responding to his dissatisfaction from last time.
He changed his words: Something happened.
Zhou Mo: If you have something to say, just say it.
Han Chen scratched his brow with his thumb and couldn't help but sneer at himself. Is this a change of fortune?
He said: Take you somewhere.
Zhou Mo: Where?
Han Chen: Nice place.
Zhou Mo: What good place?
Han Chen: A party.
Zhou Mo: Are you from the same department?
Han Chen: No, it’s private.
Zhou Mo: Why do you want to invite me to a private party?
Han Chen: You don’t work on weekends.
Zhou Mo: What do you mean, do you want me to go with you?
Han Chen: Yeah.
Zhou Mo: Are you socially anxious?
Han Chen was amused by Zhou Mo's train of thought and simply replied: Just think of it this way.
Zhou Mo replied embarrassedly: What can I do to help you?
Han Chen: Just take care of the food.
Zhou Mo: Is there such a good thing?
Han Chen wanted to reply, "Nothing good will come of following me," but he deleted the message halfway through typing.
Resend: Hmm.
Zhou Mo sent a salute emoji.
Han Chen's lips curved slightly.
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