C740 The Words of Ji Wuhui

Yao Ziyue was simultaneously eating and tapping away at her magic mobile phone, an excited grin breaking out across her face now and then.

"What are you up to?" Yao Ziyan inquired, her curiosity piqued by the sight.

"Just sending messages in the group chat," Yao Ziyue replied, her gaze fixed on the phone's screen.

Peering over, Yao Ziyan caught glimpses of messages zipping by on the display