Jiang Xiaoman caught the mockery in his words, feigned anger, and raised her voice, "You child, how can you talk like that!"
The assistant knocked and entered, reminding Nan Huaiyu that it was time for the meeting.
"Got it," Nan Huaiyu nodded, and spoke indifferently into the phone, "I'll go if I have time; if not, wait for next time."
He knew his mother better than anyone else. Without any reason, she was being friendly, who knows what crooked schemes she was brewing behind it.
He could see it, how could his 'sister' not understand.
Before Nan Huaiyu hung up, Jiang Xiaoman added, "No way! You must make time!"
Then, regaining her mood, she continued shopping.
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When Nan Wan walked out of the hospital, it was already nine in the evening.
The night was silent, the moonlight hazy, and a cold wind blew towards her, carrying a cool, refreshing taste.
