Nalan Xue extended a finger to fumble around and nodded along, "They would call whenever they had time, but it's been half a month without getting through."
Xiang Lanlan bit her lip and thought for a moment, actually, they had the worst thought in mind, "We're wondering if Liao Ya's mother might have, might have already..." She didn't finish her sentence, but the two of them already understood what she meant.
After all, when Liao Ya's neighbor called, they had already explained how seriously ill her mother was and feared she wouldn't last many days. Now this reason seemed plausible; facing such circumstances, Liao Ya, a young girl, with no relatives there, must have been devastated. How could she care about their arrangements? It would be hard enough taking care of herself.
