Lu Fengxuan glanced back at the door and headed downstairs, sliding to answer the call, "Lu Sirong, what do you need?"
Their relationship was like fire and water; she would certainly not be calling just to make small talk.
Lu Sirong was silent for a moment on the other end, "There's something I need to ask sister for help with."
"Lu Sirong, are you under the mistaken impression that because I showed mercy at the hospital last time, I'm willing to forgive and forget and continue to help you and put up with you?"
Lu Fengxuan, holding onto the stair rail, descended step by step, "I'm not your mother. When looking for help, turning to your mother is more appropriate."
Having said that, she moved her phone away from her ear, intending to hang up.
