Shen Wangjing took it out and glanced at it. Jiang Xun distinctly felt the fingers on the back of his neck pause.
His breathing remained steady, but his expression cooled a little.
"Who is it?" Jiang Xun straightened up and leaned over to peek at the screen.
Shen Wangjing turned off the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket. "Nobody. Spam text."
Jiang Xun studied him suspiciously for two seconds but didn't press.
When this man didn't want to talk, even a shovel couldn't pry it out of him. He was long used to it. He would work on him later.
Duan Qizhao and the others came out of the convenience store carrying hot cocoa. From a long way off, he raised his cup and called over, "Xun'er! I got you extra marshmallows!"
Jiang Xun turned to look and was about to raise a hand in acknowledgment when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Shen Wangjing's tightly clenched jaw and lips pressed into a straight line. His gaze passed over Jiang Xun's head, fixed darkly on the other side of the road.
Jiang Xun followed his gaze.
Someone stood beneath the streetlamp across the road.
His blond hair stuck up wildly in the cold wind, and he wore a long down coat over a floral shirt, looking like a flamingo fleeing the tropics.
He was waving frantically at him, his brilliant smile bright enough to light up half the street.
"Why does this guy keep haunting us?" Now Jiang Xun knew who had just texted Shen Wangjing without having to ask.
Li Jingyao even jogged a couple of steps as he crossed the road, the hem of his down coat flapping up like a peacock rushing to spread its tail.
"Cousin! Xiao Jiang Xun! What