Song Fei hurriedly stood up from behind the computer table. She walked up to Song Ci, looked down at the small note in her palm, and said, "This macaron was baked together in the canteen."
Song Ci asked, "Who was in charge of distributing macarons in the canteen today?"
"Madam Mo." Song Fei's tone was intriguing.
Song Ci didn't say anything else. She opened the note and saw a line of elegant handwriting.
[There's a family meeting. There are very few people in the West Mountain.]
Song Ci and Song Fei exchanged glances.
"There's a family meeting. There are very few people in the West Mountain…" Song Fei told Song Ci," The night after tomorrow is the Mo Family's family meeting time. At that time, all the members of the Mo Family older than 15 years old will attend the meeting. "
