It was such a simple sentence.
Jiang Juyou thought about the things being said about her online right now.
It was true that after the incident fermented, many people who had Jiang Juyou on WeChat or other social media had privately sent her messages of comfort.
Even though she wasn't close with this classmate—she didn't even know his name or what he looked like—it didn't stop her from wanting to thank him for his concern.
"I’m doing great, thanks for worrying."
Almost immediately, the "typing..." indicator appeared.
Jiang Juyou stared at her phone, waiting for the reply.
It came in fits and starts; the person on the other end seemed unsure of how to proceed.
So, Jiang Juyou typed another message and sent it.
Chapter 170