"It's not hot yet, is it? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Zhou Pengfei didn't quite approve of Wang Bingjing's habit of drinking iced drinks all year round.
"Don't change the subject! Let's get down to business!" Wang Bingjing pouted.
"It was... a pen pal I had back in junior high..." Zhou Pengfei said, while awkwardly touching his nose.
"Pen pals? And from junior high?" Wang Bingjing laughed until her stomach hurt. "Hahahaha!"
"Is it that funny?" Zhou Pengfei squinted.
"That's hilarious!" Wang Bingjing said. "These days, not many people even write by hand anymore, and you're talking about pen pals? Don't tell me you're using fancy stationery?"
Zhou Pengfei remained silent. Song Qi gave Wang Bingjing a meaningful look, and she laughed even harder: "Is it really floral letter paper? Quick, quick, bring out these old antiques for us to see?"
"Private letters, isn't that inappropriate?" Song Qi wondered if Wang Bingjing was being a little too curious.
“What’s wrong with that? We should give him some advice from our own experience and see if the girl behind that letter is reliable!” Wang Bingjing continued to find reasons.
“Zhou Pengfei said it’s good, and I don’t think it’s too far off.” Song Qi trusted Zhou Pengfei’s judgment.
"That's not necessarily true!" Wang Bingjing started to daydream. "Maybe that person isn't even a woman, or maybe he's an old man in his seventies or eighties?"
"Huh? Really?" Song Qi glanced at Zhou Pengfei and asked, "Have you seen the photos?"
Zhou Pengfei shook his head again.
"Damn! You're really brave!" Song Qi exclaimed, whether in a performance or mockery, "You gave yourself away without even knowing your gender or age? That's amazing! You're a natural!"
Zhou Pengfei was speechless...
What Song Qi and Wang Bingjing said seemed to make some sense.
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