"Hello? Who is it?" Qu Zhi was still busy cooking when her phone rang.
"Zhizhi, it's me." An old woman's voice came from the receiver. Her voice was hoarse and dry, and Qu Zhi didn't need to recall who it was to know who she was.
That was her mother, Huang Qing.
"We're already in C City. Come to the train station to pick us up." Huang Qing mumbled to herself, not caring at all that the air in Qu Zhi's room had already frozen to the freezing point.
She didn't even say a word before coming over.
There were very few ATMs in this era. She was like her parents' ATM.
No matter if she was willing or poor, as long as they came to her and talked about family and filial piety, she would give them money. It was more convenient than an ATM.
"What's wrong? Who is that?" Chuchu was especially sensitive to Qu Zhi's emotions and could sense that she was particularly unhappy.
