"Anyway, I think it's better if you ask Lin Zhengran yourself, Qingqing," Han Wenwen said, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Otherwise... I feel like you won't be able to sleep at all tonight."
Over the phone, He Qing nodded furiously. "Mhm, I think so too. I'll call him again tonight to ask for the details. Thank you, Wenwen. I feel so much better after chatting with you for a bit."
She might have felt better, but Han Wenwen was panicking. "Don't overthink it. Lin Zhengran definitely wouldn't do something like that. Well, I have a few things to take care of on my end, so I'll let you go, okay?"
"Bye-bye, Wenwen."
"Bye-bye, Qingqing."
As the call ended, Han Wenwen heaved a sigh of relief. But immediately after, she forced a tight smile and reminded the boy beside her, "Lin Zhengran, if Qingqing calls you tonight, could you please not tell her you're at my place? Otherwise, she'll definitely be mad at me."
