song qincheng walked to the entrance. the videophone by the wall was still connected. when she saw that the person on the other end was song fei, she stopped at the step between the floor and the marble.
on the other end of the line, song yao had already raised her head.
compared to the time at the restaurant in beijing at the end of june, song fei looked much more haggard, making her thin features look even more delicate and beautiful. if she hadn't been told in advance, no one would have believed that she had a 23-year-old daughter.
it was around three in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day.
especially at the entrance of the community, the sun was scorching hot and there was not much cover. even if there was a gentle breeze, it still could not calm people down.
there was a thin layer of sweat on song yao's forehead, but she didn't have the time to care. her face was filled with worry.
