Jiang Lingzhi gripped the bottle of yogurt tightly, and there still seemed to be a trace of the warmth of the boy's hand on it.
When she got home, it was already half-past seven.
Jiang Lingzhi finally came back to her senses at this moment and looked at the front door of her home, somehow smelling a hint of an impending storm.
Her cellphone suddenly rang in her backpack again.
Jiang Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat.
What was inevitable would definitely come.
She took a deep breath, took out her cellphone, and pressed the PIN code of the door. She then carefully pulled the door open and popped her head in to take a look.
"Hello, Mommy…"
She tried to see if she could sneak upstairs and pretend that she had already been home for a long time.
It was extremely quiet in the living room on the first floor, as if no one heard her.
Lu Yuping questioned over the phone, "Zhi Zhi, why didn't you answer my call just now?"
