"My name is Wuyue," Wuyue introduced herself as Luo Ziling was preparing to get out of the car, "I'm your mother's* assistant. You can contact me about anything in the future. The number I used to call you today is my personal one, and it's available 24 hours a day. If you'd like to talk to her, I can arrange it."
"No need," Luo Ziling rejected the offer without hesitation, "I want to speak to her for the first time when I see her."
"Alright," Wuyue was a bit surprised but quickly understood.
Ling Ruonan didn't dare to call Luo Ziling directly, and Luo Ziling didn't want his first communication with his mother to be over the phone. Many things can only be expressed face-to-face; standing close together, often no words are needed, and everything can be read from their expressions.
However, Luo Ziling's acceptance of the gifts Ling Ruonan had bought still relieved Wuyue.
