To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

As soon as Zhangzhu finished speaking, she regretted it. She felt like her father's breath was about to burst into flames on the other end of the phone.

"Dad, I'm busy too, goodbye." As the one who stirred up trouble, Zhangzhu sensed the crisis and immediately hung up the phone and turned it off, shutting out her father's furious voice on the other end.

"You're all being killed by the computer..." Gu Juncheng didn't finish his sentence before the line went dead.

Gu Juncheng tried calling again, but Zhangzhu's phone was switched off.

Lin Qingping typed on the computer until midnight before taking a sleepy shower. She noticed a dozen missed calls on her phone, which was charging on her bedside table, all from Gu Juncheng. She called Gu Juncheng back, but no one answered.

Lin Qingping then went to sleep.

I’m so tired…

She didn't even get a nap; it was too tiring. It's true that nothing is easy. She was about to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but her mind was still full of the words from the day.

In a daze, she didn't know how much time had passed when she heard her phone vibrate.

She frowned, initially not wanting to pay attention, but the night was too quiet, making the vibrations particularly noticeable and disturbing her peace.

She irritably reached for her phone, answered it, her mind still foggy. Hearing a man's voice on the other end, she instinctively called out, "Lu Zhian..."

"Who is Lu Zhian?" The voice on the other end was urgent and authoritative.

Lin Qingping was still half asleep when she realized the voice sounded so familiar. "Gu Juncheng..."

"You still know I'm Gu Juncheng?" The voice on the other end was even more explosive. "Tell me who Lu Zhian is!"

"Zhi'an..." Lin Qingping muttered, feeling extremely sleepy, "I'm so sleepy, I'm not talking to you anymore."

After saying that, the phone slipped from his hand. Gu Juncheng called Lin Qingping's name a few times, but received no response.

When Lin Qingping woke up the next morning, she was finally awake. Picking up her phone, she saw dozens of text messages from Gu Juncheng, mainly asking three questions: Why didn't you answer the phone? What are you doing? And, who is Lu Zhian?

Who is Lu Zhian?

Lin Qingping didn't reply. She put down her phone, prepared to have breakfast, do some yoga, then have a meeting with the company that would probably last all morning, followed by lunch, and then continue with yesterday's work in the afternoon.

Everything went smoothly and under pressure. Of course, Gu Juncheng made several phone calls during this time, which she answered. He didn't have anything to ask her, but after asking around, he finally asked who Lu Zhian was.

Lin Qingping wouldn't tell him!

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, I don't necessarily need to know." Gu Juncheng always ended the conversation with this sentence, his tone always calm and composed.

"Okay, then I'll get back to work." Lin Qingping always ended the call with "I'm busy" so quickly that Gu Juncheng didn't even have time to ask "What are you busy with?"

What Lin Qingping couldn't see was how dark Gu Juncheng's face turned every time he casually hung up the phone.

A few days later, Lin Qingping finally left the computer. The reason was that it was Zhiyuan's birthday, and she went to the market early in the morning to cook a birthday feast for him.

Actually, even though it was called a big meal, it was nowhere near as lively as the birthday celebrations Zhiyuan had when he was a child.

Back then, Little Round Face and his friends would come. The kids could fill one table, and with the adults, we'd need two tables.

But growing up also means parting ways, it means going our separate ways.

The friends who used to practice boxing and celebrate birthdays together are now scattered in different corners of the world. This time, Zhiyuan's birthday celebration will not be able to be completed by everyone.