Li Jing certainly didn’t usually pick him up in person; this time, he was here to discuss work with Qi Shejiang, and given the time spent waiting, it had already been over half an hour since he said he would arrive.
Qi Shejiang’s inherited memories are fragmented, lacking knowledge about using a phone. For someone who came from eighty years ago, this device was too complicated. He had no foundation for using a smartphone; going directly from a rotary phone to a smartphone was too jarring. After finally finding the instruction manual, all it had was simplified characters.
Before, he at least remembered how to turn it on and unlock it, but he forgot how to access his contacts. Looking around, he noticed a young man on the other side who had just stopped to talk on the phone, so Qi Shejiang boldly walked over to ask for help.
The young man seemed to be in his early twenties, quite handsome. While talking, his thick black eyebrows raised slightly, displaying some arrogance. Qi Shejiang stood slightly in front of him, waiting for him to finish the call.
The young man glanced at Qi Shejiang and suddenly covered his phone, frowning, “What do you want?” Qi Shejiang smiled at him and said, “Excuse me, could you help me with something?”
