At about five in the afternoon, Lin Qinghui received a mysterious phone call when she was at the ink Garden.
"And you are?" She looked at the unfamiliar number and was puzzled.
She rarely contacted outsiders. In addition, she was not in a good mental state after her recent pregnancy.
"Who am I? You've married into the mo family, how could you not remember your old friend?" The other party laughed coldly. It was obvious that he knew Lin Qinghui.
Lin Qinghui was stunned. After a long time, she finally remembered whose voice it was.
"You have something to say?" Her tone was clearly colder.
Mo Shuai Nan and Mo Qingcheng were sleeping, so she walked to the side and closed the window!
It was already early autumn. After dusk, it would be a little cold. She closed the window and took a thin blanket to cover them.
