When Bai Bing arrived, she saw Tang Yanqi with her head buried on the table, her long hair hanging down on both sides.
"Tangtang?"
Bai Bing sat down opposite Tang Yanqi, put her bag down, and asked the waiter for a cup of coffee: "Tangtang, what's wrong?"
Tang Yanqi slowly raised her head, her gaze steady: "Before New Year's Day, I will ask to see my mother."
Bai Bing's expression also became serious: "Hmm, tell me what to do when the time comes."
"Thank you."
Tang Yanqi often said "thank you," but it was mostly out of politeness, rarely as earnest as this.
Bai Bing smiled, reached out to hold her hand: "No need to be polite, give me such an opportunity, making it feel like we're in a spy war drama. Who knows, maybe I can develop new skills from this and accidentally end up joining the FBI or CIA one day."
"You've been watching too much Conan, haven't you?"
