Qiu jingman saw the change in her son's expression and said in a gentle tone,""That child, Wanqing, contacted me yesterday afternoon. She was crying quite miserably. It hasn't been easy for that child all these years. Don't you also like her? you two have been together for so many years ..."
Wen Qingzhu couldn't bear to listen any longer,"mom, the past is the past and the present is the present. I can't go back to the past with her. Also, were you the one who gave Qiu Xi's phone number?"
Under her son's intense gaze, Qiu jingman had no choice but to nod.
Wen Qingzhu looked at her mother with a headache. She was also a little angry,"mother, how could you give Qiu Xi's phone number to her!"
"I was just thinking that since you might be too embarrassed to tell Qiu Xi, it would be the same if Wanqing told her."
"Mom, Qiuxi treats you like a mother. She trusts you so much. You are really ... What do you want me to say about you?"
