Zhou Yuncheng drove seriously all the way. He often turned his head to look at Shen Chengjing. He found that she was very quiet. His fingertips gently tapped on the steering wheel.
Shen Chengjing's phone rang. She reached out to take the phone and answered the call.
"Hello?"
It was an unfamiliar number, but it was a familiar voice.
"Chengjing, it's me, your uncle!" It was Shen Zhicai's voice. Although he sounded very friendly, she felt a chill down her spine.
She was a little surprised. Why would Shen Zhicai call her?
"Uncle, what's the matter?"
"It's been so long since you moved out, and the matter between Ziqian and Yongqiang has been settled. If you don't mind, we hope that you can come back home. After all, how can the outside world be better than home? Although I, as your uncle, have let you down, the matters of the heart cannot be forced. The matters of you young people..."
