Song Weiyi returned home, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Zhao Mengmeng didn't go upstairs again. Before getting out of the car, Song Weiyi reminded her, "Drive carefully and call me when you get home."
"I know, I know, married women are indeed different," Zhao Mengmeng leered at Song Weiyi, making her feel as though she had been stripped naked and ogled in various ways.
Song Weiyi touched her arm, which was covered in goosebumps, "Then go back home, I'm going upstairs."
"Okay, go to sleep with your man early. By the way, you're not busy right now, are you? Come over to my place then, my mom misses you quite a bit."
Song Weiyi had a good relationship with the Zhao Family, and Uncle Zhao and Auntie Zhao had basically watched her grow up since she was little. They didn't look down on her because she was an illegitimate daughter, nor did they restrict Zhao Mengmeng from playing with her.
