"Ou Jiao says she'll be back the day after tomorrow, on the 15th," came the voice from the other end of the phone.
"The 15th? The day after tomorrow?" Xia Lan was alarmed upon hearing this.
"Yeah, she won't be back until the day after tomorrow." Ou Jiao's voice on the other end of the phone was emotional as if it had erupted, and she suddenly burst into tears, saying, "Lanlan, tell me, which mother hides away from death, avoiding seeing her own daughter?"
"And there's Ou Jun, who doesn't like me just because I'm uneducated..."
"And Ou Cong, who pretends to be nice to me but is actually keeping all sorts of things from me..."
"And Song Zhicheng as well, he's supposed to be my fiancé, but what happened in the end..."
"I see now, from beginning to end, they never intended to acknowledge me!"
Ou Jiao was wailing over the phone, and Xia Lan's ears almost felt like they were exploding, but she still had to roll her eyes and pretend to be gentle, trying to comfort Xia Lan.
