Zoya bit her lip.
She was really afraid of face-to-face. Faced with the fact that she would lose her mother... She was even more afraid of hearing Mrs. Zhan's weak voice.
However, after a long time, she pulled out Mrs. Zhan's phone.
"Hello, I'm a servant of the Zhan family..." A familiar servant's voice came from the phone.
"Aunt Hua?" Zoya pressed her lips. "Where is my mother?"
"Oh, it's Miss Zoya!" The servant on the phone was very excited. "Oh, madam, she..."
At the same time, there came another faint voice. "Is it Zoya's phone number... Give me... cough-cough..."
Zoya's heart skipped a beat.
On the other side of the phone, Aunt said, "Madam, you're not in good health. I'll pick it up for you."
"No, thanks. I want to talk to Zoya .." Mrs. Zhan said in a low voice, as if person..." she was ill.
Inside the car, when Zoya heard this, she clenched her fists tightly.
It was as if there was a needle stabbing into her heart.
