picked up the phone nervously. 。"Dad, " 。Song Yiren's voice was timid, and she braced herself for a scolding. 。"Where are you Is it a good time to talk" Song Wei's voice sounded urgent, but not angry....Qin Jingyi's questions kept coming, and Qin Lan found various ways to respond.

One is probing, the other is being perfunctory. 。But Qin Jingwen, who had been listening and observing all along, found her mind far more complex than before. 。Aunt's answer was one lie after another, and Qin Jingwen saw through it effortlessly. 。Faced with the man before her, Qin Jingwen felt a pang of shame. But yesterday was at night, and things had happened so suddenly. She hadn't had the time or mind to look at the owner of the hot pot r...