Chapter 115: You have been removed from the group chat.
“The WeChat group, ah, our Single Dog group. Holy moly, has the perennial single dog turned over a new leaf? The group’s been around for ages, and I’ve never seen the boss post even a single punctuation mark. Today, not only did he post punctuation, but he also deigned to send six whole characters, six living, breathing characters… Has he risen from the dead? Or has his account been hacked?”
The others in the private room all pulled out their phones.
[Fu Qiyuan: How to cheer someone up?]
Staring at that ‘resurrected’ message, they all fell silent.
Li Xu, chin propped in hand, pondered, “Could it really be that his account got hacked?”
Mu Linhao raised an eyebrow, “Or more likely, he’s played a trick on us.”
Mo Shangjie wore a look of horror: “This can’t be just any old person, right?”
Again, silence fell among them.
Only Fu Hanxuan, looking like a fool, glanced at everyone before quickly starting to type.
[Fu Hanxuan: Brother Fu, do you need any help from your little bro? Who are you trying to cheer up?]
Mo Shangjie immediately got his feathers ruffled.
“Damn it, Xiaoxuan, you’re way too cunning, buttering up to the boss behind our backs.”
Not to be outdone, he rapidly typed out a message.
[Mo Shangjie: Boss Boss Boss, who are you trying to cheer up? Have you run into some trouble? Tell your little bro, I’ll help you sort it out.]
Mo Shangjie’s tone was one of concern for Fu Qiyuan, but his eyes were excited with gossip.
In a split second, Fu Qiyuan responded.
[Fu Qiyuan: Future girlfriend.]
Just five simple words seemed to convey a triumphant vibe.
The crowd paused for a moment before descending into cries and howls of anguish.
“Future girlfriend, the boss actually has a girlfriend now. Is he really being fair to us brothers?”
Mo Shangjie, phone in hand, began to type fervently and resentfully.
[Mo Shangjie: Boss, how can you just abandon the Single Dog base camp? We agreed to stay single together, and whoever breaks away first is the dog, right? Whimpering…]
Two seconds later, a notification appeared on Mo Shangjie’s phone.
[You have been removed from the group chat.]
“What the hell? Why? Why kick me out of the group?” Mo Shangjie was immediately discontented.
Mu Linhao rolled his eyes silently.
He found he couldn’t refute.
Sat a man of distinguished elegance, his defined fingers holding a slender cigarette, the curling smoke blurring his visage that appeared ethereal and enigmatic, only his deep, gloomy, and indifferent eyes being indistinctly visible.
The man’s thin lips clutched the cigarette, and his slender fingers began typing slowly.
[Wen Jichen: Efficiency.]
Seeing those two words in the group, the others looked as if they had seen a ghost.
There was now one more heartless scoundrel in the world.
[Feng Chiyan: Brother Fu, girls generally like gifts, like flowers and such, and I think sister-in-law would be no exception.]
Fu Qiyuan, who was racing, glanced briefly at his phone after seeing those two words.
[Fu Qiyuan: [Red Packet] May you be prosperous]
[Fu Qiyuan: [Red Packet] May you be prosperous]
[Fu Qiyuan: [Red Packet] May you be prosperous]
[Fu Qiyuan: [Red Packet] May you be prosperous]