"Mom, let me explain to you,"
"No need, Qingyan, our family may not have money, but we can't harm that girl. Listen to mom, whatever money you've taken, return it promptly,"
"Mom, it's really not what you're thinking, I'm working,"
There was silence again on the other end of the phone.
"This illness of mine won't get better, you mustn't wrong yourself. Otherwise, mom will go back to her hometown today," Zhang Hongmei said, "You have a long life ahead of you. There's nothing I hope for more than for you to live well."
"It's really not that, I'm filming a movie. Stop having wild thoughts," Xu Qingyan was somewhat flustered, "There's a confidentiality contract, I'll explain in detail after work ends next week."
After hurriedly ending the call, a scent mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted up again.
"You're drunk, just lie down and rest,"
