At midnight, many places in Yan City lit up with fireworks, celebrating the arrival of the New Year.
Jiang Moxi, after coming out of the bathroom, nestled on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala.
But her phone kept vibrating, and she had to endure the soreness in her body to dig out her phone from the coat she had changed out of earlier.
In the messages, apart from ones from Ling Ye, Ling Hua, and others congratulating her on the New Year, the rest were all from Li Tinglu.
"Sister Moxi, are you okay?"
"Sister Moxi, have you reached home? I just saw the news, it said that someone died at the Fireworks Festival."
"You must return safely..."
...
There were many messages, many of which had been sent two hours ago.
However, at that time, Jiang Moxi and Fu Youhan had been busy on that lounge chair and hadn't noticed.
Now looking at Li Tinglu's messages and knowing she was worried, Jiang Moxi immediately started typing a reply.
"I have reached home, don't worry."
