The two of them passed notes back and forth. For Jiang Qiao, it was a strange trip down memory lane, evoking the thrill of exchanging folded slips of paper during his school days.
Mu Chenyuan had sent him another note: "Why don't you come to my cave abode? You can teach me what you wanted to teach me this morning. Are you free later?"
Jiang Qiao immediately replied that he was free—of course he was.
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