At nine o'clock in the morning, it was Cheng Zhirang's customary exercise time.
The front and back of his gray t-shirt were soaked, and the fabric of the short-sleeved cuffs was stretched into a contour by his muscles. When he did push-ups, the two shoulder blades on his back protruded parallel, making the wet piece of fabric taut.
Up and down, down and up.
The phone was placed far from the yoga mat, next to the towel on the small table. The vibration was almost eliminated, but the ding sound was still very clear.
There's a new message.
Cheng Zhirang didn't stop; he continued to finish today's target number before standing up, gasping for air, walked over to pick up the towel, and casually picked up the phone.
After unlocking, the message was direct, coming from [Variety Show Mu Qiu / Pen Name Fire Man].
He paused his motion of wiping sweat; it was that bold and direct author again.
