Zheng Xiaojue came back holding an iced latte and a blanket.
"Sister Xiao Yun, I'm back."
Zhou Yun put down her phone, taking the latte.
"Hard work."
Zheng Xiaojue grinned and said, "It was nothing."
Zhou Yun scrutinized Zheng Xiaojue's face and suddenly thought of something, "Xiaoju, where's your hometown?"
Zheng Xiaojue answered, "Henan."
Zhou Yun smiled and said, "I thought you were from Hubei like Sister Lan."
"Ah? Sister Lan's from Hubei? I didn't know," said Zheng Xiaojue, "Do I have a Hubei accent when I speak?"
"No, it's just that you seem pretty familiar with Sister Lan, and you two share some similarities. I was wondering if you're from the same place, so you might have similar habits," Zhou Yun explained.
Zheng Xiaojue laughed innocently and said, "Really? I'm so happy. I really admire Sister Lan, so I always try to imitate her."
"Hmm? Admiration? Why?" Zhou Yun asked.
