After finishing her conversation with Mo Si, Jiang Qiuqiu looked up and remembered that Huo Jia was still waiting for her.
"Oh, right. Hold on, my classmate needs to talk to me about something. I'll get back to you when we're done."
When she looked up after speaking, her eyes crinkled in a smile—the very expression Huo Jia had imagined so many times.
But that smile was for someone else.
Even though he already knew the answer, the man couldn't stop himself from asking, "Jiang Qiuqiu, who are you on a call with?"
"My boyfriend."
"Oh, I see." 'So they really haven't broken up.'
'They've been apart for so long and still haven't broken up?'
'He never even comes to the school, and they're still together.'
There was no point in dwelling on it. Huo Jia lowered his head slightly, his voice softening. "It's nothing important. I just came to ask how your training is going. Can you pilot a Heavy Armor yet?"
