"Shen Tianming, your son's situation is none of my business, nor is your wife's." Weilan still didn't want to tell Shen Tianming directly that she would get involved.
Because she was too furious.
"Weilan—" Shen Tianming continued trying to persuade Weilan to help.
But who knew, Weilan had already hung up the phone.
Shen Tianming called again.
Weilan didn't answer, she hung up.
She called Zhuang Yuezhou: "Zhuang Yuezhou, do me a favor."
Zhuang Yuezhou's voice was a bit hoarse, as if his throat was damaged, the words he spoke sounded like a burst of sound as if his vocal cords had been slashed by something.
"What's up?" Zhuang Yuezhou probably realized that something seemed off with his voice, and he immediately shouted into the phone, "Oh, what's wrong with my throat? Qiao Jingchen, it's all your fault, you've made my voice break."
Weilan could tell from Zhuang Yuezhou's voice that it was from shouting too much last night, that's why it sounded like this.
