Medicine, after all, was not brewed.
Just by their antics, unsurprisingly, they were late.
At 5:58 p.m., when Old Wu called, the three of them hadn't left the house yet.
Upon learning they hadn't left, Old Wu, on the phone, had to calm his breathing several times with disappointment before saying, "Send me the address, I'll have the driver swing by to pick you up."
With that, he hung up the phone with a snap.
Clearly, he was quite irritated.
Qingran's typing speed was still frustratingly slow; by the time she typed out the address letter by letter and sent it, there were already over a dozen voice messages from Old Wu.
Biting the bullet, Qingran played them, and sure enough, the first one was urging her to 'hurry up and send it, everyone is waiting.'
With that, she knew the gist of the next dozen or so messages without listening.
That's how voice messages work; once you play the first one, the rest play automatically without needing to be clicked.
