She sent a message to Yan Cheng. "When will you bring me to see my mother?"
The Jiang family had fallen, so it was time to see her mother.
Yan Cheng replied very quickly, but his words were full of complaints. "Miss Song is so unfeeling. You only think of me when something happens."
"I'm just too busy. I've already thought of an excellent treatment plan for you. When we return to City A, I'll start to cure you," Song Jiaren said quickly.
"Tonight, at eight o'clock, accompany me to my uncle's banquet." The time and location of the banquet was sent over succinctly.
Song Jiaren put away her phone and quickly started to prepare. It was already five o'clock. She didn't even have a gown for the banquet.
Just as she was thinking this, there was another knock on the door.
When Song Jiaren opened the door, she saw Wen Qing holding a big bag in his hand. "This is the gown and accessories Master Cheng prepared for you."
