"What's there to dislike? I won't be working all the time, don't you also love travelling?" Shi Yuhuan said.
Song Qinghuan hesitated, then spoke, "But I had plans. You also arranged it for me, so I can visit my mom during the Spring Festival holiday."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yuhuan seemed to remember something. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her: "This is it. Your foster mother has been released. Here's her address. You can visit her anytime."
Song Qinghuan took it and glanced at the phone number and address on it. She gaped at him in surprise: "Hospital? Is my mom ill?"
"She has only left the prison in a different way. You can visit her anytime. How about we visit her when we return to the country?" After saying this, Shi Yuhuan lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, gazing deeply into her eyes. His pitch-black eyes were filled with intermittent warmth.
