For Mù Qiānxún, the matter concerning Shen Mengluo was just a thing of the past.
She didn't take it to heart.
But the next day, while she was at home with her little one, she received a call from an unknown number.
She answered it.
"Hello, is this Mù Qiānxún?"
Feeling that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, Mù Qiānxún replied, "Yes, this is she. And you are?"
"It's Shen Mengluo, Sister Qianxun. Do you have time now? I'd like to talk with you!"
"Shen Mengluo?" Mù Qiānxún looked at her phone with suspicion. What did Shen Mengluo want with her?
"Ah, I'm at home with my child, so I don't have time to go out."
Mù Qiānxún instinctively felt she and Shen Mengluo were not from the same world.
It seemed there was no friendship to speak of.
Talk to her?
About what?
"Oh? I'm right at the entrance of your villa. I won't take much of your time; just a little chat, okay?"
Mù Qiānxún pondered for a moment.
At the villa's entrance, seems she came prepared?
So...
