The room was very quiet. Fang Zeyu had an illusion that he now had a daughter who was finally getting ready to go to bed, but she insisted on listening to a story.
The person who had been clamoring to chat just now now fell asleep with her head resting on Fang Zeyu's hand. Although she had been in a coma for a few days, her energy had not yet recovered.
Fang Zeyu was about to pull his hand out before his hand went numb, but before he could move, the phone on the bedside table vibrated. His left hand was still being held down, and when he saw the message alert on the phone, he didn't think much about it and crossed his arms to reach for the phone.
On the screen of his mobile phone was a string of numbers he had never seen before. After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on the message.
"What are you doing recently, Xiaohe? You haven't replied to my message for a long time."
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