Meng Fu was speechless.
She took a sip of the soup silently. mom, I'm not that kind of person.
I'll go with you tomorrow. the more yang Hua thought about it, the more worried she was. they can't control you.
hey, don't. Meng Fu leaned lazily against the window, his voice slow. if you go, who's going to see aunt? "
Yang Hua thought of Mrs. Yang and was conflicted. don't touch my flowers.
"I know. I'm just going to take a look. I still have to record a program." She responded lazily. She took the soup and looked at the dim lights downstairs.
His phone rang at this time.
Yang Hua passed Meng Fu's phone to him and said in surprise, " it's zhaolin. I don't know why he's looking for you so late at night.
Meng Fu finished the soup and took the phone. "Cousin, how's your body?"
When she saw yang zhaolin this morning, she didn't really talk to him.
It was yang Zhaolin's breathing on the other end of the phone.
He did not say anything.
